Face-Lifting the Blues Legacy

The American guitar style has it's roots in the blues. As an example of something good that can come from something quite bad, the blues sprang up from our upsetting past as a nation, but it became a vital gift to the world of music. The progression of that I'll leave to the historians, but the harmonic legacy of the blues and how it relates to guitar still has deep effects on today's music. Sometimes, it even gets a face-lift too.

It's highly likely that Jack White is one of the great champions of the blues in our musical culture today. Distinctive to his sound is the pentatonic scale. It shouldn't come as a surprise that this scale has five notes (Penta: Five. Get it?). Adding the note between the fourth and fifth scale degrees, a flat five in music-nerd speak, makes the pentatonic scale into a blues scale. The blues scale, finally, is directly descended from the early blues masters (The men and women who were entangled in the horrific history of our nation). The flip side is that they sparked quite a bit of music by simply being who they were and singing what they knew.

This history is rich, but in this day and age, when the spread of music is so fast that it's scary, the blues sound can sometimes be so ubiquitous as to be, well, a little bit overdone. Listening to a guitar solo in the present day, it's hard not to hear that distinctive sound. There are some who are annoyed with how pervasive the blues sound can be, and with good reason. Sounds that have that much history must be freshened up from time to time. Whether it's Jack White or The Black Key's perhaps, it's up to those who are the most fascinated with this tradition to loosen up the constrictions and give it a face lift. We listeners will listen, too. It's our culture. It's in our bones.

Posted by Dave Wirth
 

BB King's First Experience With Guitar

The following is from BB King's Autobiography. I think it is pretty interesting. Perhaps this is why so many men like to play the instrument...
 
“…I can’t sit still. My eyes dart from here and there, only to land on the one object that fascinates me most: Reverend’s Guitar. It leans against the pulpit and, man, it’s beautiful. The body is hollow wood with a cord that plugs into the wall. It’s rounded shape and lovely curves remind me of the body of a beautiful girl. I want to run up and put my arms around the guitar, but I don’t dare. I don’t know how to play... Mama says reverend is coming over to visit… I also eye the guitar, laying on the bed like a girl waiting to be touched. While the adults are busy talking, I ease over to the bed. While they’re not looking, I reach over and, oh-so-carefully, touch the wood of the guitar. Just sorta gently stroke her. Touch her strings to see how they feel against my fingers. Feels good. Feels like magic. I wonder: How do you get her to make those sounds? How do you get her to sing? ‘Go ahead and pick it up.’ It’s the voice of the reverend. ‘The guitar,’ says reverend, ‘is a precious instrument. It’s another way to express god’s love.’ Well, brother, that’s what I wanted at age seven. Wanted to express everything the reverend was expressing.”

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Posted by Dave Wirth