Scenic Enchantment

Aloha!

                      Thank you for the nice comment Jessi!  Yes...the idea with the photos is to give writers a place to start. As you saw, the Environmental Conscience photo conjured words into lyrics of a different context. To a writer, this may simply be vision memory. A reader can see it as metaphor. It's sort of a "universal connect" idea.

                       I chose today's photo because it shows beauty that includes density and depth. The flower is very bright, but there is also an interesting world behind it, beyond its color. Great writers learn not to fall in love with the first viewing of their work. True enchantment occurs during the rewrite. 

                         Enjoy!

Genre: Jazz Ballad

    

                     Born Yesterday

                                    

This story started long ago, and so far away

And I know a thing or two about love

Its kind of wily trap, Stardust on tap

Yes sir I was far from born yesterday

I knew one thing, what love could bring

Wouldn't put it past anyone at all

To 'bide their time with sweetness of rhyme

And wait, for final heartaches to fall

Yes I know a thing or two, a ring or two

Come from good stock still stand tall

Heard legends told, then die where they lay

Yes sir I was far from born yesterday

 

Genre: Rock

                Prevalent Comment

Once privvy now, its no longer my own

A little laughing matter's getting me stoned 

A babble of a laugher put me in the gray

Are they really asking for my job today?

Tell me what I did, tell me anyone

And what should I do, now that its done

Is it really bad, like in the first degree?

That's not what I meant, you got to believe

Prevalent comment, what can I say 

Dinky little deed that grew out of the fray 

Once a little ditty then up it went

It's big news now, a prevalent comment

Did those little words really hold the power?

When I said what I felt at a waning hour

They'll send me up I'm sure, can I ever be free?

Of my prevalent comment in the first degree

Genre: Jazz Ballad

                   Provocation

History in the making, is who we are

A story for the taking, come so far

A generous relation, sensualization

Devo elation, oh so naturally

Has anybody noticed this smile on my face?

Across many oceans, arrived without a trace

It occurs to me, here in your arms sublime

There's another smiling face smiling down at mine

Provocation, a sense of history

Avocation, sweet and lovely mystery

Beginnings, endings, bookends you and me

Provocating, history for the making

Soon to be love, my love, provocation 

             

                       

  

                     

Blue Shelter

Aloha,

                 Here is a morning photo. There was a lot of activity around the harbor that morning. I managed to find a "calm spot." Writers also need a calm place they go to write. This photo may help you do that.    Enjoy!

Genre: Country Pop

                                    Let's Just Dare

We got a ghost of a chance, to make the most of this dance

Should we have a romance? For you I really care

Our love is here to stay, who could have prayed for this day

Should they find us this way? Why not let's just dare

Don't stop Go fast Get up Make it last

Let's drop, every woe of the past

Let's just dare

There is woo in your eye, you are who I realized

Is love a roll of the dice? My heart, is yours my dear

Can this really be, so beautiful you are to me

Should we hold each other tight? Why not let's just dare

Genre: Poetry

   Milestone Mania

Applaud the milestone

 Cheer it on

Be a Santa in a child's home

Sing the praise sing the song

Applaud the milestone, it won't soon be beat

A stand alone out in the heat

Applaud the milestone let it stand

Until it's ripped by another hand

Witness the feat the possibility

The force of will, natural ability

Sit at the feet of wonderment

It's no wonder everyone went

Applaud that milestone cheer it on

As somebody new sings their song

No hanging heads in bereavement here

No lamentation in the wonder of cheer

Environment Architecture

Aloha,

     This photo was shot on a sunny day in late morning. Notice the contrast between the cool shelter of the building and the exposure of the flowers to the bright sky. Writers can also "show" contrast in a lyric, phrase, or genre. Let's try that today.

                                                                                                                                     Enjoy!

Genre: Environmental Poetry

 Nature's Hug 

Her hug is a gift who's arms we depend

Through the march of time a constant friend

So steady her gift and so carefully planned

Will ever her berth go unmanned?

She started with love then reinvention

Ends with our final deficit attention

The time has come now we know

Nature is a hug given us slow

We still feel lucky with the love she brings

Even now through the thick and the thin of things

She's a hard act to follow even now through the haze

Nature's hug our first gift will last through our days

Genre: Nouveau Hawaiian

                  The Reef is Chief

Hawaiians of old so proud and so bold

Did life really end was someone so cold

Hawaiians of old have your stories been told?

Relics sold like some curio

Hawaiians of old with stories of gold 

The reef is your chief with life it can hold

Alone by its hand from the waves to the land

Hawaiians of old the reef  is in command 

The reef is the chief the maker of sand

Life of the land held in its hand

The reef is the chief who stands with such pride

Stems the tide holding the fury inside

Hawaiians of old, of faithful belief

Your story is gold the reef is the chief  

 

Genre: Hip Hop

                           Let Me Play

Feel the need feel the heat

Make me a possibility

Wanna go go get some

I'm not just any gun

Take a possession make concessions

Log on get it on

Don't mess with a goodbye kiss

Just let me play

I'm a speed burner a real head turner

A yardage churner I will move your chain

Prototypical tickle popsicle

Coin drain grease my brain end this pain

Just let me play

The wind at your back on a firm fairway

On a good day I make 'em pay

Don't need no rogue trainer that's a no brainer

I do four point three that makes me a possibility

Just let me play

  

Environmental Conscience

Aloha,

   

     This  photo was shot at about 8 in the morning on Waikiki Beach. There are no obvious signs of life, but if you look closely, you may see some. The sky and water are blue because their oxygen refracts sunlight at the blue wavelength. Although we can't see the sun or the oxygen, we can sense its result by the presence of blue. The clouds are white because they hold water, which refracts all colors of sunlight. This photo "implies" the presence of life. 

     This idea is also true in lyric writing. Writers concoct images, offer a sense of story, and deliver emotion with simple words. We don't "see" all the ingredients, but we can sense the "life" of the story.                                  Enjoy!

Genre: eFuture Poetry

           Tell Your Story

Learn the language, learn it well

Oh! the stories you will tell

Don't you worry, don't be shy

Your life may end, but you won't die

Learn the language!

Learn the language, learn it well

Tell your story and tell it well

Burn your anguish, it may sell

Learn the language, learn it well

Learn the Language!

Strip to essential, plot your plot

Get a hook make a book,why not

Chart a few memorable lines

You're the one who makes it shine

Learn the language!

Genre: Hip Hop

      

                That What You Want?

You left it there, that ringing in my head

Do you care? Am I better off dead?

Thought I bought it then I heard a cheer

Really got me how you took me there 

You sing your jaunt with a stinging taunt

You ring this haunt and spring your daunt

That what you want?

There you go, singing for praise

With eyebrows raised, all the craze

Sing your song, they sing along

Your little jaunt in the places you haunt

Get out there don't beware 

They may care, anybody there?

Your sound is what they really want 

A little jaunt with a stinging taunt. 

Go out there!

Beauty

Aloha,

                  This is the inspiration photo today. I remember when I shot the photo, there were many people behind me crowding onto a city bus. You can find beauty and interesting dimension in any environment. This idea can also be true in sounds, or in the words you write. Just find the beauty.                                         Enjoy!  

Genre: eEarth Poetry

                   Dark Columbia

Dark Columbia, deep in my heart

A misty mountain song, lost at the start

I sense a dream in the wildest of blue

Deep Dark Columbia, I'll care for you

Slow my mind when I'm fast asleep

Nudge morning promises I must keep

I'll speak of love, sketch it out

Tell the story, you stretch it out

So deep and dark, you hold my mind

Slow and smooth, shaded sunshine

So sincere, with no shallow care

Dark Columbia, take me there

As subtle streams filter down

Muster your macho, cover your grounds

Black rim sediment, Cafe' noir

Deep Dark Columbia, do the chore

Genre: Bluegrass

                         Fountain of Truth

Happiness happened oh so sweet

When your beauty appeared on my little street

With eyes so kind and a heart so soft

You shook my mind sent it aloft

Then right there on my little street

You rendered my life with dancing feet

Like a dream discovery rhumba

The fountain of truth java coffee mocha

Words rang true showing you care

With a voice so soft pure and clear

Love is the fountain of truth

Arrival contingent on survival of youth

Someday we'll know what's said is true

What love brings dreams come you

With those words of wisdom I did hear

My heart jumped up in the air

To this day I extend warm gratitude

For extending my life with attitude

I won't soon forget events back there

Came a beautiful girl out of nowhere

To render my life with dancing feet

Right then and there on my little street

Genre: Brazilian Jazz

                    Heavenly Eyes

Heavenly eyes, you've got heavenly eyes

When you look at me

Looking at you, looking at me, look at you

Just me and you,  and where we are

The night is you, only you

I'm swimming in your senses, losing my defenses,  

maybe what is meant is, I'll love you

No more pretending, love is descending

Beneath a starry night, I found you

So astounding were you, heavenly eyes

Beneath the moonlight

No one pretending, defending

What two hearts already know

Those heavenly eyes drifting in blue over you

With you, only you

Starry eyes find me, remind me, heavenly eyes

It's really true, what could we do, out of the blue

Love found me and you

Has finally found us, tenderly, heavenly high

Heavenly eyes and you

                  

                  

   　

Ocean Blue Sky

Aloha,

     It's a sunny day! Let's see what our photo conjures up today...

Genre: Hip Hop

                         Just Do It

Finally now, just get it together

Don't you worry about the weather

Think of it like there's nothing to lose

If you're not living your life, then who's?

What's the use pining and paining

You look outside, it just started raining

Who really are, they to you?

You're the one who, started to do

Just do it, do something uplift

Give yourself a really big gift

Get to it, there's lots of time left

Just do it! Use your heft

You say, they got to you

They say, that story's all true

You know you almost blew it, already knew it

Get to it, just do it

Turn that boat, do it with a bang

Don't talk about that old song you sang

No hangtime, and no shapeshifting

You are the one, you do the heavy lifting

Just do it!

Genre:  Bluegrass

                        Blow Me Away

Night falls, the wind is cold, so tired so old

Or so you say, were your feelings today

But you're not done, you cover your tracks

And begin to mount, the mother of all comebacks

Come on, blow me away

Tell me the truth, I'll believe what you say

Bring it to me, your shocking stretch of game

Blow me away, make a name

Face it, ace it, I know you can taste it

It's in your sights, you're dead to rights

Get the game point, in this little joint

And your stream of wows, steady now

Don't derail now from the roar of the crowd

Hear them shout, close it out

When you're older and wiser and rocking gray

You'll still hear them say, Blow me away!

Genre: Cool Jazz

   Just For Me

Somnamulate and woo me

Never hesitates to sooth me

More than hypnotic curiosity

Timbre talented

Through the night so gallanted

Iceberg tip beauty to me

Nonchalant entitled

Raw loveless unbridled

Music flows with sweet harmony

Cool with the moves 

Casual grooves

You phrase your words nonchalantly

And away from all harms

Infuse to these arms

Charmed intrusions only for me

Waikiki Flower

Aloha,

                Today we will continue to explore different genres of lyric writing. The "writer's life" usually requires some form of inspiration. This can be anything from a beautiful memory to a photo. I shot this photo with Waikiki Beach only a few feet away. The flower adds beauty to a beautiful setting. It is the inspiration for today's lyricism.                                    Enjoy!

Genre: Environmental Poetry

                    Scant Remains

So easy to go out lose your fire

Find nothing left only burnt desire

To leave so much doubt, doesn't take brains

When everyone runs out scant remains

If the claw of silence becomes complete

The laws of science still compete

Falling so far with yet to feel any pains

When everyone runs out scant remains

Remembered beginnings have no end in sight 

As conjured collections take fearless flight

Will we look back in wonder the loss and the gains?

When everyone runs out scant remains

Genre: Country Blues

                 

                       Hot Cool Cat

A hot light overhead cool one made a stand

Made me part of her natural plan

Always calling me her hot cool cat

Who doesn't love that?

She takes me to parties and just likes to sit

Makin' me part of her personal kit

Her friends all throw me the welcome mat

Who doesn't love that?

Tell me now who doesn't love that

A tap on the head and a pat on the back

With a kiss and a hug I hang my hat

Who doesn't love that?

Some jealous few call me lazy

Just as soon see me pushing up daisy

But she stays by my side always chewing the fat

Who doesn't love that?

                                 

 

 

Guitar Review

Aloha,

                 I hope you have had a chance to practice guitar lessons #1,#2, and #3. Here is a REVIEW of the important points:

     1)   Place your left-hand fingers exactly as shown on Video #1 to make your Fmajor7 chord.

     2)   Place your right-hand fingers so each finger has its own string to play.

     3)   Create a new chord (D minor) by using one finger (pinky) of your left hand.

These are the main points of guitar lessons #1,#2, and #3. View the videos again to be sure your fingerings are correct up to this point. This is important for upcoming lessons. Ok?     Enjoy!

Genre:  Environmental Poetry

 Turn the Tide

Soaring music to you is the great panorama

Makes you a child in a Christmas banana pajama

You sing your songs of Nature's pride

One voice and those eyes turn the tide

Once upon the world you share of yourself  

Appearing even now to care without stealth

Those little songs stay in your heart you cool it down

Turn it around get on the ground

Now fast-forward mode carries the load

As the world hunkers down two by two

Ask each other sister and brother

Will we forever see green and blue?

Earthly bound seeking our found

Hoping never to turn away

Standing still now with one hand on the plow

And a plan for another day

Should we still we choose up sides 

Even as new needs arrive?

With one voice and those eyes

Turn the tide

Genre: Country

                          Little Pup

So slowly we go to a place in your heart

My only hope is my pride. Can it play smart?

If it starts jumping around or starts acting up

I'll take it back home like some little pup

So sweetly you share, your world with me

With a special touch and no entry fee

And about restless hearts, you must already have known

How they ramble and chase with no chance of a home

Like a man's best friend all through the years

You followed my heart into so many tears

Just a faithful companion doing its part

Never left me standing where most men start

When I look back down there, it's still at my side

Something in me said keep it, I guess it's my pride

You took me by the heart, became my Lady Luck

Sent my pride running, like some little pup

 

                 

Color Bloom

Aloha,

Writers try to be as colorful as possible, but sometimes it is just a matter of "timing." It is very important to keep a journal and write EVERYDAY so you can continually surprise yourself with little "discoveries." Then you will be pleasantly surprised when a piece of your writing comes into a full "color bloom," like a Bird of Paradise. I made my "discovery" of this little guy at just the right "time."         Enjoy!

                 

Genre: Nouveau Hawaiian

                       The Heart of the View

The moment you soared you were one of the few

With a joy so contagious your smile into view

Clearly outrageous so much life left to do

You blast and you jump into the heart of the view

Restless hearts talk and promises before sailing the blue 

So questless a start for a passionate few

Set sail keeping only uncharted water in view

Confiding in someone special like you

Out there in the heart of the view 

Do your part see your way through 

Wide worlds may wonder as you sail on the blue 

Of heart's little thunder in the heart of the view  

Down deep inside is your heart of a dream

That's the part of your story it's what makes you scream

It's the heart of the matter it's what makes you "you"

As you blast and you jump into the heart of the view

 

Genre: Jazz Blues

                         Just Now

A little lateral thinking, collateral drain

Couldn't we endure just a little more pain

Would you please leap, just a little sideways

A little outside of your, ingrained byways

As you pattern my image, spatter my spinach

Hey buddy does it really matter, my vintage?

Oh please don't simplify

I like those, complicated eyes

Someday I'll realize, how you...

Looked at me just now

There it is again, never knew where or when

But until then, I will endure and abide, somehow

Forever and a day, how you...

Looked at me just now

Surrealistic realism, bridges the schism

As you start to continue, you chisel my heart

I'll remember forever, and from now

When my last breath takes a bow, how you...

Looked at me just now

Hey buddy can you spare a dime?

Well OK maybe next time

Can you chime in later with some chow?

And then only then I may know, I'll make that show

On how you... looked at me, Just Now

   

Genre: Environmental Poetry

                           Charm Yourself 

So warm in your way, so charming your day

Are we really talking global?

No harm to say yes, they swarm I must confess

I must say, we do pay, day in and day out

What's that you say, expect and convey, a drought

Charm yourself out

Something out there, holds this thing together

So slight and fluffy, just like a feather

How is your father's father? And, what did Mother say?

Sooner or later, there's gonna' be love to pay

Nature will have her say, in this there can be no doubt, so

Charm yourself out

Comes a new day, let's all get together in our own way

By the way, how's the weather? Sonny, what's that you say? 

Sunny and warm, that's what they say

The upcoming trend, just around the bend

Brings a new day, more on its way

Hey! I figured it out, here's what it's all about

Charm yourself out

Guitar Lesson #3

Aloha!

                   Welcome to Beginning Jazz Guitar Lesson #3. As you have seen in Lesson #1 and #2, the left hand has been holding steady on the Fmajor7 (Fmaj7) chord. In this lesson we activate the little finger (pinky) of the left hand. By FRETTING the 3rd fret(D note) of the 2nd string (B string) with the little finger (pinky) of the left hand, we add a D note to our our Fmaj7 chord. This new chord also has another name: D minor with an added E note (with the "open" first string ringing). If you don't play the open E string (and on the video I'm not), you have simply a D minor(Dm) chord. Just by adding the left-hand little finger  pinky), you have added a new chord (Dm) to your repertoire! 

Watch and listen to the video.    

       As usual, I'm playing the guitar with my 5-finger right-hand style. As you listen, notice the light jazzy sound of the Fmaj7 chord for 4 beats (with the high open E note ringing). The next 4 beats, I place my pinky on the 3rd fret of the 2nd string (I don't strike the E string during these 4 beats), and play the new Dm chord with 4 fingers of my right hand. Notice on the video the dark TEXTURE of the Dm chord. This repeats back to 4 beats of light-textured Fmaj7 chord then  then back to 4 beats of dark-textured Dm chord in a cycle. 

       As guitarists, we want to change chords as seamlessly and painlessly as possible. Arriving at a new chord by simply altering one guitar note allows us to more easily play our SONG.

       By the way, did you hear Roswell singing on the video? If... you look closely, you can see the little guy.                                                                                        

                                                                                                                                   Enjoy!   

Dreams of Blue

Aloha,

Here are 3 examples of different genres in lyric writing 

for your song. 

Enjoy!

Genre: eFuture Poetry

Flash Bolero

Above the rising sea below the canopy

We seek the safety of our sentiment

Nature drums and motherhood comes

To rise above the sediment

Savage bang an ocean rang

Came the dance of the flash bolero

Fire words hearts stirred 

The dark horse of twilight ground zero

Dreams of blue the beauty of green too

Inspire in the cold and the dark

Muses merge museums emerge

Still the darkhorse of twilight sought its mark

A new canopy the blue sky would be

Above the dance of the flash bolero 

Below raging swells a calm ocean will dwell

Here motherhood awaits her hero

Genre: Blues 

                         What Happens Next

You warm your mind, as her heart grows cold,  

then worry grabs hold, down to your soul

A wise man will tell you, get it out of your head,  

sorry is a word that can end you' up dead

What's your hurry baby? Please tell me, or send me a text

Won't you tell me now baby, What Happens Next?

You manage your way. You say, " Come what may!"

But you can't stop the day, got dues to pay

day in and day out can't you can hear my heart shout?

There's got to be some, kind of way out..

Jimi and Dylan would shout, would say,  

Hey, What Happens Next?

What is going, to happen next?

Somebody tell me or send me a text

Baby won't you please,  don't stack the deck  

Just tell me honey, What Happens Next?

You say step up, drink from the cup, 

then talk to me like some kind of pup

You tell me remember, then you forget.  

Won't somebody tell me, What Happens Next?

Genre: Jazz Swing

                           Hunger the Night

You characterize, so strong

Up to the moment of your momentous little song

You guy wire your tension

Did I mention? This guy is wired for you?

You lead me through. Or is this just

Another little journey to find you, yourself, and you?

I gladly follow with no disguise, baby it's you, you..

Hot wire me wise

Intrigued, never fatigued, surely you must know

When you invite me, excite me, the exits are closed

So close you are, bringing that feeling of home from afar

Can I ride in your car in overdrive? It's true you hot wire me wise

The way I feel when you say you deal right from the heart

It's like we were, when we were right from the start

When we were younger we'd hunger the night, and listen to its cries

Then you would, hot wire me wise

You bring your story, on a stage of glory

In motion, with that look in your eyes, no one denies

Baby it you. You hot wire me wise

Flower Beach Song

Aloha! 

 I shot this on my way home.... the inspiration for today's lyric.

Genre: Jazz Pop

          Flower Beach Song

   

Though some light may

Naturally darken the view

When feelings have their say   

Life remains true

Out now in the bright lights

The glitz the glamor the fame

Mothers and love still remain

Back home from where you came

Do the best tell the world

Your heartfelt little songs

Embrace the human race

Sing the world belongs

And now as the summer goes 

So goes collective souls

Only the winter knows

How long yet thunder rolls

Eyes see clear into view 

Desert sands ocean blue

Stars shine on the morning cool

Warm memories be the jewel

 

Wake those hearts

To a beautiful sway

Start up ramparts

Let dreams have their say

Distant streams float magic boats

Where dreams can honestly say 

Together we made it 

Nothing will fade it

Our little history along the way

 

Paradise Flower

Aloha!

                   Here's a photo I shot a couple weeks ago. It's the inspiration for today's story.

                                 The Event Horizon

      The signature of normalcy that night never arrived. A lone officer dug through the rubble. Near the front of the building, Sgt Annie Anders closed her eyes as if to calm herself. When she opened her eyes she saw it. Her heart pulsed as she approached with her flashlight.

      "Well, I guess this answers one question ," she whispered with a sense of scientific discovery. 

       Her chest rose with deeper breaths now. Her boots left watery impressions as she scanned the remaining rubble through the night wetness with her flashlight, looking for another body. The shear wind was gone, but the drizzle remained.

         "Oh god!" she screamed silently, looking down.

      She imagined that the report would have to say there was no identification, but she knew better. 

     "He has a wedding band," she said softly. "and somewhere a wife and a ..." 

       She thought, a loving man.

       The rain pulsed as Annie's eyes followed her flashlight beam across the darkness over mounds of more rubble. She tried to calm herself, but nothing here gave her any comfort. 

       

       The only standing structure left was on the corner, down at the end of the block, an old Starbucks. Annie eased herself down the street to try to see something. 

       On a normal day, people would be safe inside there, she thought.

       "The weather station will call it a tornado, a night tornado." She looked up and noticed the street lights redden. 

       This was no windstorm, she thought. A tornado doesn't strike the heart of the city. No, this thing had all the earmarks of a gravity event. And this one had a non-random target cycle.

        Annie  went back to the man's body and waited for a response on her radio. She looked straight ahead, once in a while forcing herself to follow the beam of her flashlight. The force had sent things in a direction nobody expected. She looked down again at what she considered to be the body's only form of identification.

          "A gold band around his finger, that's all," she said aloud. "What a funny  thought." 

           This pile of rubble was once some kind of store. The remainder of the building, still standing, had been rented by a local church.

          "Another male seeking shelter." Annie's gaze turned gentle. "The force just crushed its will on him, had its way."

          A slight glimmer of sympathy began a slow melt within Annie. She thought about that golden ring on his hand and those cold hard bricks individually tightening their grip on his lifeless body.                            

           Gravity still having it's say, she thought, indenturing his body with creases like a newly minted jigsaw puzzle. 

           Annie tried her radio again.

           "Doesn't this thing ever work?" she said aloud. The radio remained silent.

           She looked down again, as if to offer a prayer. "... last moments locked in a battle with a pulsed force, until in the end, there was no more pulse for either."

            "Base.....come in base," Annie tried again. Still no answer.

            

 

           

           

   

Review Guitar lessons #1 and #2 from Waikiki

Aloha!

               Let's talk a little about the 1st two lessons of Beginning Jazz Guitar from beautiful Waikiki! 

As you may have noticed, the left hand continues to hold the Fmajor7 (Fmaj7) chord. The form I'm showing you has three "open" strings ringing and three "fretted" strings ringing. It is very important that you use the exact "fingering" I have shown on the videos. This is because we are soon going to want to go to another chord in the SIMPLEST and most PAINLESS way we can, so...make sure your left hand is exactly as I' ve shown you. Remember, a musician's goal is to learn a SONG and PERFORM.

                             Looking at the right hand, you may have noticed I'm using ALL 5 FINGERS of my right hand to play the guitar. This style is a little rare among guitarists, but you may hear the nice TEXTURE this style creates.

                            

                             Remember, the idea is basically simple: Guitar playing requires a "left hand machine" and a "right hand machine." Together these two "machines" will eventually give you MUSIC. As a beginning guitarist, you must work on and PRACTICE each one separately.

Have fun and...see you soon!

   

Guitar Lesson #2

Aloha!     This is a continuation of last month's beginning jazz lesson. If you have questions about the left hand chord form, please read Lesson #1 BLOG. For those of you who already know guitar chord names you can see this is a Fmajor7 (Fmaj7) chord. In this lesson we'll hold the Fmaj7 and look at a  5-finger right hand style. Later we will talk about why I feel this Fmaj7

form is one of the most important chord forms on the guitar. 

  

              Listen and watch the video below. You will hear 2 beats of "chord rhythm" and 2 beats of pattern picking, then the cycle repeats. The left hand Fmaj7 chord gives us the "jazzy" sound and the smooth right hand gives us a tap-your-foot clap-your hand feel. In other words, the right hand gives us the RHYTHM. Some theorists claim that without steady rhythm, nobody will listen to you....for very long anyway. So rhythm is the key(no pun intended) to holding your audience. 

        

               What exactly is "CHORD RHYTHM?"  Well a chord is 2 or more notes played at the same time. Rhythm is the pulse you feel. So 2 or more notes played at the same time to a pulse is a CHORD RHYTHM. The pattern picking on my right hand is thumb(A note)-pinky(E note)-index finger(F note)- ring finger(C note). 

                Just a reminder: This Fmaj7 chord form on the guitar  is.....Low E open

                                                                                                 Low A open 

                                                                                   F note 3rd fret on the D string

                                                        A note 2nd fret on the G string

                                   C note 1st fret on the B string

       High E open string 

Have fun and....see you soon!

               

Dream Beachboat

Aloha!           

Here is a little inspirational tip from the Islands.

See something a little quirky, shoot it, then write your song.

                           

Genre: Jazz Pop

                      My Little Plan

You should know

You should know I'm coming your way

Some day

That's all I can say

Yes that'll be

Me on your radio, I'll be  somebody you know

Make you dance, I welcome the chance

So fast I'll soon be, reach you softly

Gentle then furious,  make you curious

As I implement my little plan

You will come to understand, someday

Yes I'm gonna be

That thing that goes around

That little sound 

That puts tears in the eye, empowers the shy,

Sets love on the fly, yes that little sound

That thing that goes around

The stream in the sand where lovers hold hands

That's my little plan

They drift and they float

In a little dream beachboat

Yes I'm coming your way, someday

That's all I can say

Paradise

Aloha!           Here is a picture and a song for you beautiful New York Giants... straight from paradise!

Genre: Hip Hop

                                            Leap of Faith

What a day for jumpin' around, whoopin' it up, makin' a sound

Who knew we'd still be around?  We knew!  That's who!

Well look out there, that's a pretty good throng, jubilant fans. we played their song

With a leap of faith and a steady hand, and three little words from the man

Say What? What we gonna do?

Hey What? Yea, you heard it true,

Say What? Now everybody shout,

What we gonna do? We gonna Stomp You Out!

Let's go downtown and have a parade, the ticker-tape kind, we made the grade

For those other guys it's such a pity, we're gonna get our own key to the city

Because of what we did, not only what we said, yea those other guys, they ended up dead

A leap of faith no more, believe me you, now we showed the world, what we gonna do

Say what? What we gonna do?

Hey What? Yea, you heard it true,

Say What? Now everybody shout,

What we gonna do? We gonna stomp you out!