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Thursday

How To Conquer Your Stage Fright Forever

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There is always a feeling you get when you accomplish something. This feeling can be subtle or overwhelmingly awesome. Subtle when it applies to doing dishes, you?re glad they?re done and you don?t have to worry about it anymore... Until tomorrow. The feeling becomes awesome when it?s something you actually care about like a project car you?ve been messing with for years and you first start it and take it for a drive without problems surfacing. There are also the average feelings of victory as well. When you beat a video game or win a card game. Not really important stuff, but it?s still makes you feel good. These feelings are circumstantial and temporal. They begin to fade immediately after the moment has passed.
You?ve heard of people living in the glory years of high school football victories. This happens because they don?t want the feeling to pass. The reality is it is long gone, but since they are afraid to let go they exhume the memory and try to breathe life back into it by talking about it all the time as if it happened this morning. Note the motivation is now fear. Fear of not living up to what had once been accomplished. This greatly paralyzes. It stops you from moving forward and being victorious again. You become a has-been. No one wants to be that. This happens to musicians a lot as well after a band has done something of value to the members and maybe breaks up. They might be tempted to worship that experience and think that was their 15 min. Of fame. Well, maybe it was 15min., but does that mean you just give up. I hope not. Many will give up, some people do so unknowingly. Dwelling on past victories can be intimidating and by esteeming that past experience you might feel a small sense of accomplishment again, but deep beneath that surface lurks what you?re trying to cover up; FEAR!
You can put up a front with everyone else, but it?s best to just be real. To do that you have to be real with yourself. If you have fear then just face it. It?s not going anywhere until you do. You can run from it, but that makes you a coward. Yes, I?m calling you out. Are you a coward? Are you scared? Be honest with yourself. Everyone has fears, but only the brave admit them and face them. If you want to move forward in your guitar playing, your band, your life, or whatever you?re trying to do then you have to deal with this internal obstacle.
Knowing the fear is there is the first step. Recognizing the cause is the next. This will give you a proper context of what?s going on in your heart and head. Now we must bring what?s going on inside to the outside. Admit to yourself out loud that fear. Confess it. You are guilty. OK, that's not hard to do, right? Well, it can be if you?ve buried it for a long time. I am proud of you if you?ve taken these steps.
The fear is still there, but now it?s beginning to get scared of you! So, how do we assassinate this evil dictator of our emotions? We face it. Let?s break this down and come up with a plan first. If the fear has been there a long time it isn?t going to just go away.
You will be the best conspirator because you know what you're afraid of, where it come from, and when it started. If you don't know these details then sit down and think through it thoroughly. Write it down. Then burn it. Dealing with the mind is the trickiest of things to master. It's not physical or visible. And it's inside your head. Part of what you will have to do is simple. If you're afraid of playing in front of people then you will have to just do it. But there is a right way to go about this. You might just get up and do it, but if you're not prepared then it will show in your performance. You will not play to your fullest potential, you will come off as nervous, and you might just plain suck because of it. This could backfire. Your experience could further prove to yourself that you are right to be afraid and then it will be even harder to dethrone that sucker. Once you've "proven" to yourself you are right, it gets imprinted deeper into your mind. You then become even harder to convince otherwise, whether it be by someone else or yourself.
Let us be brave, but smart as well. Think of this as an intelligent enemy. To prepare for battle soldiers need to train. Physically and mentally. Mostly mentally. Then a strategy must be created to deal with this. Training needs to take place daily. Start by recording yourself playing and make sure it's a video. Audio will work if that's all you have. Do this a lot. Be OK with the things you are insecure about. Refine them. This should prove to be the biggest help. You can do this when no one is home and don't give in to the temptation to delete it. I'd highly recommend saving it and looking back at the progress you will have made over time. Do this for one week and see the difference. Record, review, refine, repeat.
We're talking about facing the fear. It's indie of you. Inside your mind. This is why we record with video. You can see yourself for who you are. Learn to be OK with yourself. You don't have to love everything. I'm not trying to get you to be vain and self-absorbed. Just don't hate yourself. If you want to succeed or improve in whatever it is you're trying to accomplish then you need to come along side yourself and not fight with yourself. There are enough other things in life that we have to battle with. We don't need to add to the list.
When you have reached the stage of beginning to accept your lack of perfection in your skills it will "open a door" to get to the stage beyond that. You can't skip any steps. You have to go through the first door to get to the second. Even if you could skip stages you'd find you are not prepared for that level of progress yet. That brings us back to just going out and playing live without preparation. You will get discouraged when it becomes overwhelming. So, to get to the next stage, master the stage you're on. Start in front of the mirror where you are your only audience. If you are not a fan of yourself then you are not going to convince anyone else to be a fan.
Another point to consider is settling for mediocrity. You don't have to be the worlds best. Your goals and dreams are personal and that's a good thing. What I'm talking about is stopping before the finish line. That line is defined by you and your desires. Settling is when you see improvement and say to yourself, "I'm better than I used to be. This is good enough." Stop right there! Listen to what you just said and evaluate if that was your goal. If it was your goal, than I would like to encourage you to believe you can get to a higher goal.
What?! More obstacles?!.. It doesn't end after you've faced your fear.
That's not what you wanted to hear, right? Well, I'm not here to encourage mediocrity and make you feel good. Actually, I would like you to feel good, but not in a flattering way. I want you to feel good about the road ahead. The only way the grass is greener on the other side is if you are ready for the other side and can accept what else is on the other side. A simple analogy is that mountain tops are beautiful and we all want to be on one. To feel like we're at the top of the world. So, get ready to climb a mountain and not just endure it. Love it. It's hard, but it's healthy. The mountains should be just that. A mountain is beautiful and it's a new challenge to conquer. This kind of perspective is one of hope, not fear. You can't see anymore obstacles, just mountain tops. This perspective comes once you've gotten to the first mountain top. You feel the freedom of being up there and your vision is expanded, not limited by the view of being stuck at the bottom.
Can you see what I'm saying? Once you video tape yourself a few times and work on some small issues first you move forward up the great mountain of your ultimate goal. You're not at the top, but can see better from that elevation. Keep going. It's always easier to just go back down.
About The Author:
Ryan Duke is a musician, songwriter, and guitar teacher in Dayton, OH. He plays avant-prog metal in Fortis Amor. Delivering a positive message to encourage fellow musicians and students. Visit his music site to download the exclusive new song for free. For more help to improve your guitar playing download my free e-book "5 Steps to Take Your Guitar Playing to the Next Level".

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Tuesday

3D Guitars: They Way Of The Future

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                                       3D Guitars: They Way Of The Future  

In the competitive market place that is electric guitars you?d be hard pressed to find anyone who plays guitar who hasn?t heard the names Fender or Gibson. They are both big name American guitar manufacturers who hold a strong footprint on the market share worldwide. But one man based in Auckland, New Zealand believes he has the formula to perhaps not compete for market share on the same scale with those two giants but to at the very least be a point of difference and stand out from the crowd.
Meet Olaf Diegel, Olaf is a University professor of Mechatronics at Massey University and has been delving into the world of 3D printing. This process is essentially taking a 3D computer model of a product then slicing it into very thin pieces. The printing machine then prints and layers each piece one on top of the other until the product is finished. Mr Diegel who also has a passion for music and has played in many rock bands over the years and even once played in a Medieval band came up with an idea to manufacture 3D guitar bodies and start his own business. ?I first started it mainly to see if it could be done. I have been a user of 3D printing for about 5 years, using it as a prototyping technology to test out ideas. But, in this case I wanted to see if the technology had advanced to the stage of being able to handle the stress of an electric guitar, in which there can be up to around 100 Kg of tension on the strings. The results turned out so great that I saw an immediate opportunity for a little spin-out business?.
Mr Diegel began selling his guitars under the company name ODD Guitars which is abbreviated from Olaf Diegel Design in July of this year and although no guitarists of note have begun using his guitars yet he is left in no doubt that it will happen once the brand becomes established in the market place.
According to Mr Diegel you can expect to shell out around US$3500 for his Les Paul style Atom model and around US$3000 for his Spider and Scarab models with top quality hardware on every aspect of the guitar. But he is also quick to point out that customers also have the opportunity to request specific hardware to be used to meet their needs. "Buying a guitar is, indeed, a completely personal experience. And that is why it is so important to involve the customer in the design process. Both with any customisations they might want to the body, from something as simple as the name of their band incorporated into the guitar, to a more extreme 3D laser scan of their face incorporated into the body, and, of course, with the hardware preferences they have to create exactly the sound quality they want".
Developing such a niche market product as Olaf has a lot of challenges were bound to present themselves. The biggest challenge he found was the lack of infrastructure in New Zealand. He was able to manufacture the smaller guitar bodies on the machine available to him but the larger bodies were the challenge. New Zealand didn't have a machine capable of making them so he needed to off shore to get them made. "Luckily, I have been developing a relationship with 3D Systems, an American company that is the world?s leading manufacturer of 3D printing systems, and they have been extremely helpful in printing the bodies for me".
Another challenge Olaf has is that because the guitars are so customizable it is difficult to distribute them into conventional music stores. He plans to combat this issue by making some standard models for that particular market. So where does Olaf take ODD Guitars from here? "I hope to see ODD Guitars develop into a quality niche brand name that grows because of the ability to make instruments that are completely customized to each user?s needs. In what is already a competitive market, with a lot of well-known brands out there, I believe that it is the use of innovative features and novel ways of using new and upcoming technologies which can give ODD Guitars a competitive advantage".
Bass players can also rejoice, at the time of this article being written Olaf was about to assemble his first bass guitar which has a Bee theme in which the body resembles a honeycomb.
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Monday

How Music And Playing Guitar Have Helped Me In My Life

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9:15 AM 0

For first, I must say that this is a totally real story; my story. It happened a time ago, but it is still beating in my life, but now with a smile in my face. I'll start in the point where everything happened:
When I was 14 years old I had a musical taste based on punkrock (which my folks didn't like I must say), with Rise Against in the top of it. I really liked their songs, not in the usual way of "hey, it like this, it's cool", no; the lyrics, the sound and the rhythm easily entered inside of me. In these times I just had a very little idea of music (do re mi etc.) but when I was listening to the music, something strange used to happen to me; I could feel the guitar's bass' and drums sound in a special way. So one day while listening to "Heaven Knows" (by Rise Against) I decided that I wanted to start playing electric guitar. At first my parents feel quite happy but I could see that they would have preferred I liked more quiet and acoustic songs... But I didn't mind. My neighbor borrowed me an acoustic guitar for my begginings, and I started going to music lessons in an academy. There for first I learnt the basic chords and some rhythm from songs such as "Hey Joe", "All Along The Watchover" or "Zombie". After a month my cousin gave me his old Strat-sembled electric guitar and a little 2watt amp. Passing from an acoustic to an electric was great! Now I could feel like my heroes! And also my teacher said I was improving my skills.
It all seemed great, but the truth was that I had too much time to practice... My family members weren't at home all the time I needed, and my friends; yes, the friends I had had for years, weren't so near to me as before. I used to think the problem were the new girls who have entered into the friends group, but all still was more or less ok.
The summer arrived and it was gone too fast. I didn't have a lot of time, and the time I had I spent in improving my skills, learning to play the songs I liked and also looking for a brand new guitar in the internet because I started to realize that my teacher was right when he said that my Chinese Strat was "the worst guitar he had ever used". So by the end of the summer I could play some easy solos and my best friends and I were as we were before. And in the last day of holidays, my parents bought me the guitar I wanted; an Ibanez RG 350DX.
And I was at school again, it all seemed well among us but... Bit a bit, also that hateful girls I talked about before and a guy who (I don't know why) hates me were also among us and... Bullying started.
That guy and some more were practicing that against me and that girls made my friends don't help me and abandon me, and when I came home from school, I didn't want to tell anything because all the psychological pain would re-appear.
Luckily, I had the key to my personal paradise in my room, in this paradise all I had were my mobile phone with the songs of my favorite bands, my lovely shiny guitar (I felt in love with her and I still am) and the amp. It was all I had and all I needed to be happy, no pain, no hateful people, no sadness, all was music. Some ordered sounds which can help you and change your life.
But I arrived to a point where there were no more forces to go on, because the situation was going worse. Yes, I?m talking about thinking about suicide, what ironically thing; finishing my life just in the same way as the protagonist of Heaven Knows, the song which encouraged me to started playing.
But don?t be sad, because the best things are in the way, and they came all together. A new shiny summer was coming; my parents knew all the trouble and know the hateful haters were in a big trouble. It could be better? Yes! My marks and all my guitar skills had improved a lot, I had a new Peavey amp and my friends and I were as before because they apologized and now that girls and that haters are far far away (and I don?t care about where are them now). And my fate was becoming even better because? girls now were interested in me, what a surprising idea for me!
Now I?m 17 years old, the beginning of the end of this summer is here, but life now smiles at me. I?m still with my friends, sometimes we have really good afternoons and other times I?d like to kill?em (they don?t want to date with me because of their laziness but if a girl tells them to date they don?t refuse, for example). I?m really happy with my love life, I have a great family and a great future. As you can imagine I still have bad days (as all the people) but the people and things I love are with me.
Well, this is the story of my life and my bad times and how music helped me. To finish this article, I want to render thanks to the music in general, this website and all the people who selflessly helped guitar rookies as I was, my favorite bands, Rise Against specially, and of course, my family.
BTW, if you are wondering which my favorite bands are, here they are:
Anti-Flag
Bad Religion
The Bouncing Souls
Bullet For My Valentine
Chevelle
A Day To Remember
The Distillers
Flogging Molly
Funeral For A Friend
Green Day
Lagwagon
My Chemical Romance
Nirvana
The Offspring
Pennywise
Rise Against
System Of A Down
The Unseen

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I Sing When You Shut Up.

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4:42 AM 0
I woke up at eight-thirty in the morning and lay there, squeezing my eyes shut, hoping that I would be able to go back to sleep and maybe kill a few hours of the day. The light was coming in through the window. I tucked my head under the pillow and begged my body to sleep. I did not want to get up and start the tedious process of filling hours.
The longest day you can have is a Saturday when you've got nothing to do except wait to play a night gig.
No luck. Getting up at the same time for work every morning decimated my ability to sleep in. Being a grown up sucks sometimes.
I finally got out of bed, made an elaborate grilled cheese sandwich for breakfast, heaping on lunch meat, sliced pickles and ridiculous amounts of pepper. It turned out to be an awesome sandwich (the key is to use marble cheese instead of processed slices) but I wasn't happy. I was too preoccupied with the potential grenade-juggling operation that was set up for me at the gig tonight.
I tried to hatch a plan for how I should try to play the situation, but instead, I began fantasizing about dream scenarios. I would go with Terry, Jerk Paul and Scottish Mark to the Cafe Rio. I would hang around, ignoring all the beautiful young chicks that were there, sipping a gin and tonic and looking to be a straight-laced, slightly uptight writer-artist-musician-warrior-poet in a black T-shirt and jeans. My hair would look great.
Maybe I would slip outside and have an uncharacteristic cigarette, as some acknowledgment that I am young enough to laugh at death, but cooly nihilistic enough to hate life on some level, and willing to embrace a chance to destroy myself in some tiny way. There would be a meaningful snowfall for the first time in this miserable winter, and I would let the perfect crystal flakes dust me as I stand like a tragic, flawed hero under a street light, waiting to strut and fret my hour upon the stage until my guitar is heard no more.
But then, while I am standing, smoking an unwanted cigarette under a Bathurst streetlight, Carrie Anne would appear. I would flick the stupid cigarette away and we would stand and face each other in the crisp cold.
She would be beautiful, in a "classic beauty" kind of way. I would be serious and cool. She would be Natalie Wood. I would be Albert Camus.
The look on her face would tell me that she was sorry for subjecting me to the long exile of the last two years, and the look on my face would convey all my remorse for the callous stupidity of my youth. Wordlessly, all would be forgiven and with tremulous smiles we would reaffirm our abandoned love and pledge to build a life together.
Later, sex. According to my fantasy plan for the night, there would be a marathon of love-making, at turns tender and aggressive. It would be intimate, mind-bending sex, kind of like we did in the early days of our relationship when we were still exploring, plus a little of the unfiltered pleasure-hounding like from the later days, but fresh and renewed for our time apart.
Sex that would shake worlds apart. Sex that would change us, as people.
Ohhh, and I would also play well during the set with Terry. Well enough that Carrie Anne would cast her dipsh-t lead-singer boyfriend Charlie aside, quit his band, and join my band, Gun Metal Grey, alongside me and Megan, the lead singer, whom I may have had sex with twice in the last two weeks or so...
... Well, how things were supposed to go from there got a little murky.
I went out to get coffee, came home, read the news online, jerked off to some internet porn, read some more, got bored, and picked up my acoustic. I played through the three songs I'd be doing with Terry, and then tried to play them through again with my eyes closed. I wanted to be able to make meaningful eye contact with Carrie Anne while I was playing, but I didn't want to cock up the songs with a bunch of fingering mistakes because I was too newbish to play without staring at my fret hand. I made some mistakes. I hoped Carrie Anne would accept quick glances in her direction as meaningful eye contact.
It wasn't even noon yet, but I decided to head upstairs and see if Terry was into hanging out. I found him up, dressed and shaved. He'd even gone out and gotten a haircut since I'd seen him. On top of that, he'd been cleaning all the accumulated shit out of his apartment. There were two big black garbage bags full of who-knows-what near his door, ready to be taken downstairs.
"Wow," I said. "You moving out or something?"
"No, man, no," he said with a grin. "I feel energized, man. Whole new chapter of life starting tonight, man! I feel like I want to clean out the crap of the old life! I don't know if you noticed, but I can be a bit of a pack-rat, but I feel like I just want to clean it all out, start fresh."
"Yeah, I noticed." I looked around. The stacks of newspapers and magazines were gone. His work table, which had been heaped with papers and the detritus of his painting work, was cleaned off. His painting tools and supplies were neatly organized. The chairs had no clothes on them. His kitchen was tidy. Even his ashtray was clean.
He sat down and started rolling one of his slender cigarettes, the smile still on his face. "New beginnings, Nate. You know the old expression, a change is as good as a rest, right? I feel fresh, man. I'm an old f--k, you know, and I've been pretty rough on my body, but I feel great. The painting show sold well, I'm having the book launch, and I feel like I can turn the page on trying to be a rock star, you know?"
I sat down at the kitchen table with him. "So what's wrong with trying to be a rock star?"
He shrugged and licked the edge of the rolling paper. "Nothing's wrong with it. But there's a difference between playing music because you wanna rock, and playing it because you've got to try and make some money from it. See, if I'd become really successful back at the beginning, sold a ton of records back before the internet ruined it for everybody, then I could have just played for fun, right? Because I would have the money already, and I wouldn't have to worry about it, so I could just go out and play for giggles. Keith Richards doesn't have to play. Hell, he hasn't had to play since the Seventies, but he still plays because he loves it. Sure, he makes a ton of money doing it, but he's not doing it for the money. He just wants to play."
Terry finished the roll and lit his cigarette. "But if you haven't made the money, you gotta keep hustling for it, and that sucks, man. I'm done with the hustling, man. I'm done chasing a couple of bucks for a shitty gig. From here on out, I'm only playing for fun."
"What about the gigs with Paul?"
"That's nothing," he said. "That's kid shit. I'll play a couple of gigs with him until he realizes he sucks, and then we're all free. It's a sad project, really, but I'll go along with it. Just a laugh, man."
I nodded toward his cigarette. "Could you roll me one too?"
He narrowed his eyes. "You starting?"
"Nah," I said. "Just... I don't know. You mind?"
He shrugged. "No. I'm just surprised."
"I guess I'm nervous about tonight."
He pulled out another rolling paper and began the process again. "Why? Because it's it a bigger room?"
"No, I.. wait, how big a room is it?"
"We're expecting a couple hundred. We're hoping, anyway. You ever play a room that big?"
"I once played a room that could hold two thousand, but there were only about fifty people in there. Um, my ex-girlfriend Carrie Anne is coming."
"Oh yeah? You still barking up that tree? I thought you'd decided on the stripper. What's her name, Megan." He licked the edge, rolled it up and handed it over.
"Thanks." I put the cigarette between my lips and he flicked his lighter and lit me up. "Megan's cool. It looks like she's going to be the singer in my band."
Terry's eyes brightened. "Hey, you're going for it, are you? Hey man, that's great. And she can sing? You guys fucked, right?"
"Yeah. Twice. Just the other night again, actually."
"Hey, cool. It can make the band situation a little funny sometimes though, shagging the singer. That's Fleetwood Mac sh-t, right there."
I laughed. "Right. Yeah, but we're not together. I'm actually looking at getting back with my ex."
"But you're shagging the beautiful stripper. And she's going to sing in your band. Why aren't you going to stick with her?"
I sucked on the needle-thin cigarette and filled my lungs, then blew out the smoke. My lungs rebelled at the sensation. I guess they're smarter than I am. "I don't know, man. She seems okay with hopping in bed, but she says she doesn't want to date. And, I'll be perfectly honest, I'm still in love with Carrie Anne. I've been fixated on her for a couple years. Now it seems like tonight might be my big chance to get with her, and I've got to take the shot."
He shrugged. "You're a mystery, man. Hey, forget about that stuff for a minute, okay? I was thinking, we've only got a short set ready, and I do that reading over three of the songs. If everything is really rocking, I thought we could play those three over again, but at full volume. You think you could play along if we really blast those three out? You wouldn't have to change anything, really, except to play louder and maybe a little faster."
"Yeah, that would be cool," I said. The rolled cigarette was making me feel a little sick, and I was only a third of the way into it. "I'd like to play some hard rock shit with you."
"Cool. Look, I've got a bunch of stuff I want to do this afternoon. Paul is going to pick us up around seven. Can I just know on your door when I'm heading down?"
"Sure," I said, and I crushed out the skinny little smoke. "I'll be ready."
I went back down to my apartment, plugged in my SG, and proceeded to rock the living shit out of the three songs, playing them through over and over from memory. My practice amp was small, and I wondered if any of my sound was bleeding through into Terry's unit on the fourth floor. I hoped he could hear something. The idea of really smashing the shit out of some songs in front of Carrie Anne was way better than being a musical extra while Terry read from his book.
Paul came and picked us up at seven, and we headed over to pick up Mark and his drums. Everybody was in a good mood, and for the first time, it felt to me like we were some kind of an actual band. Terry was dressed nicely. He was in a silly-goofy mood, all nervous excitement about launching his book, and equally excited that for the very last time he was under pressure to get up on a stage to sing and play for a crowd.
As much as he loved performing, Terry was excited for his exit. He wanted to play a great show, bask in the adulation of a cheering crowd, and step off the stage not as an over-the-hill rock never-was, but as an author and artist. From that moment on, every time he played guitar it would be for his own enjoyment, not for his career as a musician.
We got to the Cafe Rio and loaded in through the back doors, setting up our gear on the the big stage in front of the empty room. Doors would open at eight o'clock. A rep from Terry's publisher was there, and a merch table was being set up, not with CDs and t-shirts, but with copies of Terry's book, titled "Comeback Road". Terry had painted the cover image for it. It was a crude image of the a-s-end of a van parked on the side of a highway.
As I brooded, waiting for my rendevous with Carrie Anne, Terry was full of joyfull, nervous energy. After tonight, Terry would be free.
This is chapter 26 of 30. "I Sing When You Shut Up" is the fourth novel Nolan Whyte has written for Ultimate-Guitar.com. Receive his juice on twitter at @nolanwhyte, and observe the end of another world at endcity.blogspot.com.
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