Tony Blair's holiday is spent teaching a few of us lucky people rock guitar. I'm slowly getting there but I've come to somewhat of an impasse.
TONY: To do a bar chord, Geoff, you've gotta have a really strong forefinger, yeah?...You've got lovely hands, surgeon's hands. I'm just not sure you're cut out to play rock guitar.
ME: Is there any way of strengthening it?...My forefinger.
TONY: Before going to bed each night, stick it up your arse for half an hour.
ME: And that works?
TONY: It gives the finger some independence. It's not relying on the other fingers to do any work.
ME: You've got a really strong finger, Tony.
TONY: Listen to this...
Tony launches into Bryan Adams' '18 Till I Die'. The bar chords are immaculate.
TONY: To do a bar chord, Geoff, you've gotta have a really strong forefinger, yeah?...You've got lovely hands, surgeon's hands. I'm just not sure you're cut out to play rock guitar.
ME: Is there any way of strengthening it?...My forefinger.
TONY: Before going to bed each night, stick it up your arse for half an hour.
ME: And that works?
TONY: It gives the finger some independence. It's not relying on the other fingers to do any work.
ME: You've got a really strong finger, Tony.
TONY: Listen to this...
Tony launches into Bryan Adams' '18 Till I Die'. The bar chords are immaculate.
posted by Geoff | 5:40 AM
2 Comments:
Oh God. Just when I was thinking of buying a new guitar. I'm never going to play an F Major again...
There's nothing wrong with a middle-aged man in jeans playing rock guitar. If I was to pick up my trusty axe again after 20 odd years I'd want to be Randy California, but probably end up with a piss-poor amalgam of Mark Knopfler and Chris Rea: Dire Rea.
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