This is the kind of shit that makes me wish I knew scales and time signatures and things.
God fuck*ng damnit. Those guitars, the bass, mannn. I tried to see these guys in New York in 2008 and couldn't figure out where they were playing. God damnit.
Meanwhile me and my roommates have trouble doing anything but jamming on E. MAJOR.
(because one guy who insists on playing literally does not know what a key is, and one guy named Inev freezes up and can't remember anything as soon as other people start playing)
In 2 months we are having a band party at our house. The concept is that we make a sign-up list, and your band gets 15 minutes. The goal is to have as many bands as possible. We'll set up a PA, drums, a keyboard, 2 guitars and a bass, and the bands will just come up and play and then leave. You can play covers, originals, whatever. Right now there is dissent about how many bands one person is allowed to be in... my impulse is to start like 6 temporary bands. Country band, punk band, noisey guitar pop band, etc.
Also: I have never understood when people compare certain types of guitar playing to "masturbation" and now i get it. Playing corny blues licks is really fun, and feels great, but I don't want anyone to hear me do it. It's embarrassing, and the idea that I would do it in public is mortifying. Lately I am stuck on this thing that sounds kind of like
this song. I guess I would not be embarrassed to play blues lead while someone sang. But hearing myself playing little riffs on a blues progression makes me realize immediately why headphones exist. Nobody needs to hear that.
When I play shit that sounds like something REM or the Archers of Loaf threw out 20-30 years ago, though, everyone in the neighborhood needs to hear that.