After watching this again I think Vai won.
Thawt I'd dredge this up again, cuz of the clip. Not bad...
After watching this again I think Vai won.
Thawt I'd dredge this up again, cuz of the clip. Not bad...
Me neither. My motto is "Just because you can doesn't mean you should". I'm more of a Gilmour, Hendrix, and Knopfler fan.I've never been a fan of those kinds of players. Satriani, Vai, Malmsteen. That music just doesn't do it for me.
I can appreciate the shredders and do enjoy it from time to time. What really blew me away was hearing Boston the first time. That was the game changer for me.
Seems like I'm the odd man out, but I didn't like the ending at all.
The film starts with a cocky young know-it-all Juilliard student who was a technically proficient guitarist, and yet knew nothing about music.
As the film progresses, he gains life experience and begins to understand that music is about speaking from the heart, not about reading notes from a piece of paper.
He learns that music is not about how many fancy notes you can cram into a bar, but how much meaning you can squeeze out of a single note.
At one point, Willie Brown gives him a Coricidin bottle to use as a slide, in order to physically disable the fancy fingerwork, and thus force him to focus on elegance, economy, and expression.
The whole premise of the film is to contrast the idea of playing simply and with meaning, with the soulless reading of notes on a page, being repeated and learned by rote.
In fact, the movie focuses on "soul" to the point of taking it quite literally.
In the end, in the climactic scene where he's put to the test in an epic battle with the devil, he puts on his slide and gives it his all, using everything he's learned throughout the course of the film, with the devil's ringer easily coming out on top.
When it seems like all is lost, he takes off the slide and wins the day by falling back on playing a technically demanding Paganini Caprice that he had learned by rote at Juilliard.
The entire message of the film was just flushed down the toilet.
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Seems like I'm the odd man out, but I didn't like the ending at all.
The film starts with a cocky young know-it-all Juilliard student who was a technically proficient guitarist, and yet knew nothing about music.
As the film progresses, he gains life experience and begins to understand that music is about speaking from the heart, not about reading notes from a piece of paper.
He learns that music is not about how many fancy notes you can cram into a bar, but how much meaning you can squeeze out of a single note.
At one point, Willie Brown gives him a Coricidin bottle to use as a slide, in order to physically disable the fancy fingerwork, and thus force him to focus on elegance, economy, and expression.
The whole premise of the film is to contrast the idea of playing simply and with meaning, with the soulless reading of notes on a page, being repeated and learned by rote.
In fact, the movie focuses on "soul" to the point of taking it quite literally.
In the end, in the climactic scene where he's put to the test in an epic battle with the devil, he puts on his slide and gives it his all, using everything he's learned throughout the course of the film, with the devil's ringer easily coming out on top.
When it seems like all is lost, he takes off the slide and wins the day by falling back on playing a technically demanding Paganini Caprice that he had learned by rote at Juilliard.
The entire message of the film was just flushed down the toilet.
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Agreed with your analysis 100% percent!
It was meant to be fun. I don't think there were any continuity people on this movie and certainly no big message was meant to be transmitted.
BB King could have played three notes and wiped them off the map.
The first time I realized it was all about feeling was when SRV did one of those I am not worthy to tie his shoes praise
about his mentor Albert King. I got it then.
I've never been a fan of those kinds of players. Satriani, Vai, Malmsteen. That music just doesn't do it for me.
Loved that movie, though.
Kinda feel the same way about shredders in general, but I have no problem listening to an Alvin Lee riff for 15 minutesI like Joe and Via and have allot of respect for Malmsteen but when I saw Malmsteen live it was cool for about 5 minutes. Small doses when I'm in the mood otherwise it just seems like arpeggios ongoing forever. That said he is an amazing player.
Kinda feel the same way about shredders in general, but I have no problem listening to an Alvin Lee riff for 15 minutes
I hear ya, when I was a teen and young adult, I only listened to classic rock and british invasion blues. I boycotted the whole grunge era. But after a while I started to expand into other styles.I learned how to play listening to Satriani and Vai and am influenced allot by them but after getting into Blues my style has changed allot. I don't fit into any genre anymore.. My music is all over the place.
I hear ya, when I was a teen and young adult, I only listened to classic rock and british invasion blues. I boycotted the whole grunge era. But after a while I started to expand into other styles.
Thanks for the link, gonna check it out!
I hated country because that was all my dad listened to. I can tolerate most of it now but it's not what I go searching for.Yeah I use to say pretty much anything but Country music. Now that's what is always on in my car when I'm driving most of the time.
I learned how to play listening to Satriani and Vai and am influenced allot by them but after getting into Blues my style has changed allot. I don't fit into any genre anymore.. My music is all over the place.