Mad Oilman heard some fine angry music Saturday past. Saw a video for the band Seemless. Late night Saturday. The continuous screams of 'Hell YEAH!" as the video played awoke Ms. Oilman. She groggily understood the power of the Rock and excused my late night ill behavior.
Of course, the journey to the local Soundwaves provides one of the true treasures I am searching for. Seemless is one ( I bought the one copy they had). New Queens of the Stone Age is unavailable. Dammit.
Thursday and Mad Oilman is looking forward to his Good Friday off. Range time. Go out with the wife and she experiences the full glory of Seemless. I tell he I think I can play my favorite song on this album with ease. Mad Oilman has not picked up a guitar in a year.
Get home from good meal and put the disc in. Playing a Strat acoustic (no amp) I realize I need to tune down. A lot. Initial pass, I get a feel for the record. Lock the guitar into tune.
Ms. Oilman is amazed. She can read music but she cannot play by ear. Mad Oilman plays by ear and cannot read music. I heard the song I loved and over the course of a few days knew exatly how to play that tune. Amps and electronics are the only barrier to perfect duplication. Pick up the guitar and within five minutes have it nailed.
And here is the dichotomy. She can read and play. But she cannot assemble a song to memory. I hear (basic rock &roll/metal) and I can recereate it with ease. I am not formally trained and it seems I may have perfect pitch. She is a technician. I think we'll figure it out.
