How To Mute Notes On Guitar : B Flat Trumpet Range.

How To Mute Notes On Guitar

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  • a stringed instrument usually having six strings; played by strumming or plucking
  • A stringed musical instrument with a fretted fingerboard, typically incurved sides, and six or twelve strings, played by plucking or strumming with the fingers or a plectrum
  • (guitarist) a musician who plays the guitar
  • The guitar is a plucked string instrument, usually played with fingers or a pick. The guitar consists of a body with a rigid neck to which the strings, generally six in number but sometimes more, are attached.
  • A short informal letter or written message
  • (note) make mention of; "She observed that his presentation took up too much time"; "They noted that it was a fine day to go sailing"
  • (note) a short personal letter; "drop me a line when you get there"
  • A short comment on or explanation of a word or passage in a book or article; an annotation
  • A brief record of facts, topics, or thoughts, written down as an aid to memory
  • (note) a brief written record; "he made a note of the appointment"
  • muffle: deaden (a sound or noise), especially by wrapping
  • Not expressed in speech
  • expressed without speech; "a mute appeal"; "a silent curse"; "best grief is tongueless"- Emily Dickinson; "the words stopped at her lips unsounded"; "unspoken grief"; "choking exasperation and wordless shame"- Thomas Wolfe
  • Refraining from speech or temporarily speechless
  • a deaf person who is unable to speak
  • Characterized by an absence of sound; quiet
how to mute notes on guitar - Mute
Mute is science fantasy of mutation and psi: special mental powers. The protagonist, Knot, is a double mutant: he has a physical deformity, and the psi power to make others forget him. He’s satisfied with his life--until the lovely Finesse walks into his life to recruit him for a dangerous galactic mission. She is aided by two small animal mutants: a telepathic weasel and a clairvoyant crab. Knot tries to resist, aided by his psi, but the woman’s beauty and the animals’ powers doom him to a phenomenal adventure.

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The Very Thought of You
The Very Thought of You
As I write this, I am listening to Tony Bennett, who I hold in very high regard as the last of the G.C.O.G.C.’s.(Genuine Classy Old Guy Crooners) I am thinking about our last afternoon in New York City. It's a good afternoon for Bennett. Skies outside are gray and the wind is blowing autumn into the city. I love travel. I like the experience of traveling…the people, the places the food and the pictures. That’s why the last day is a little sad for me. So on our last afternoon we wound up in Union Square, Alan Shapiro, Sheree and me. From some distance, I hear a lovely muted trumpet playing “As Time Goes By.” Since this is one of my all-time favourite songs, (right behind AC/DC’s “Back in Black”) I go to investigate. That’s where I meet Gary. He is sitting on a milk crate all by himself, playing his trumpet. He’s playing all the standards and he is playing them so well…and no one is paying attention. Once in a while someone power-walks by and drops a dollar in his open case. But they don’t stop. No one is listening. And he plays on anyway…like he doesn’t care. Like the music is The Thing and if something gets dropped into his open guitar case it’s a bonus. I like that a lot. When Gary starts to play “The Very Thought of You” I am hooked. I stand and listen. I am happily transfixed by the sound. He sees me and smiles as well as a guy with his lips invested in a trumpet can smile. Sheree and Alan are off somewhere else and it’s just me, an enthusiastic audience of one and Gary with his trumpet sitting on his milk crate. He takes the trumpet from his lips and sings a few bars. I am transported again. I am thinking of smoky jazz clubs and Billie Holiday and the raspy quality to his voice carries a magic that can break your heart. “And foolish though it may seem to me…that’s everything,” he sings. He smiles at me. I smile back. I think we both have been in love with magnificent women and know exactly how it feels. He raises the trumpet and plays it and I am standing there wondering what it feels like to be a musician, making such perfect sounds. I have the same feeling when I listen to Clapton on his guitar, or hear the late great Eva Cassidy or Bon Scott sing. How does it feel to be the absolute best at something? What is it that makes them great…and how does it feel in the act of that creation? That’s what this picture is all about. I wanted to accent his face and his instrument. His hands appear ethereal because those fingers are the conduit between the design of creation (the head) and the expression of the thought (the trumpet.) I like that all three make a perfectly straight line. I wanted to put an other-worldly background behind him, because I am convinced that musicians, writers, painters, photographers – anyone engaged in the creation of ANYTHING goes somewhere far away. As I listen, I am very suddenly not thinking about the upcoming five hour plane ride or wrestling suitcases through the subway. I simply stand there and receive the blessings pouring from his trumpet. It is a Very Good Moment. After a while, I start shooting and Gary just plays. I didn’t use any of the images where he was hamming it up. As this image was made, he has hit a perfect high note and the sound is utterly and faultlessly perfect. I suddenly realize it is perfect, because Gary has invested his heart in making the sound. I think that the investment of an artist in his or her creation is what makes it sparkle. And Gary is utterly blissfully invested in this music. We chatted for a while about music and blues and how a lovely song can lift your heart. Then I put money in his hat and thanked him for the songs. He smiled, shook my hand, and played some more. “Here’s looking at you, Gary.” Thank you very much.
Today I woke up, rolled over and grabbed my ipod and headphones. I listened to music. And while I was listening I started thinking... Years ago, I thought playing the guitar would be really cool so I walked into my brothers room and grabbed his old Yamaha acoustic guitar and told him to teach me something. I had never played before and he told me how to hold the guitar and he handed me a guitar pick. He showed me the chords for Collide by Howie Day. I played them over and over again my fingers hurting from awkwardly pressing down on the stings. At first the sound was rough and muted, and the tips of my fingers were terrible. I had to take several breaks but by the end of the day I knew how to play the song. I practiced and practiced and soon enough I could play (the easy version) of collide. I ended up buying a Mitchell acoustic guitar that I still play. Now when I play I don't awkwardly lean over to see my fingers on the strings. I don't worry about breaking a string from strumming too hard. It's not awkward, it's just right. When I play I fall into the music. I strum, hammer, mute, pick, and I do it all comfortably, because somehow when I pick up a guitar we are one. The tips of my fingers are rough and some how when I play for a long time and my fingers hurt, it feels good. I learned because I was passionate about playing the guitar, I liked it. I loved it. I still do. A few years ago my parents decided I should get piano lessons. Paying $10-$15 for a very short lesson, I hated playing the piano. I took lessons for a few months and never learned a thing. All of the keys didn't amuse me. The music made me feel trapped in notes. Don't get me wrong I think the piano is a beautiful instrument and I wish I could play, but at that time I didn't care. I never learned. What am I trying to say? I never took a guitar lesson. And somehow I can play. I took piano lessons. And I can't play at all. You can do anything no matter what. You don't need lessons, you don't need to be told. If you are passionate and love something enough, nothing can stop you. You can learn yourself, no help is needed. You are unstoppable. And isn't that what life is about? Not always being taught or told, but feeling what is right and doing it, teaching yourself. We don't always need to be pushed, we just need to fall. We can do anything and everything. We just have to want to.

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