For me, learning to play pop songs is less an artistic endeavour, and more my own personal way of working out whether or not I like the thing. If I can get my hands buried deep into the chord progressions whilst forcing my larynx into the right shape for singing the song, then the song stands the test.
Often, in stripping a high-production behemoth of a song into an unplugged nugget, I find some strange poetic beauty locked in the lyrics of the ephemeral hit. Sadly, this was not the case with Van Halen's Jump... but it still ties in nicely with our leap theme whilst giving me an occasion to show you lovely silky people my new electric piano. I hope you enjoy it, anyhow.
What Has Happened
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Others will say it better - but, here goes my small part in this - I stayed
up last night, as the horror dawned on me, literally and otherwise, that *VP...
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Reading Peter Schjeldahl Peter Schjeldahl builds paragraphs. Possibly no
other critic now writing in English has such a strong sense of what that
unit of...
Are Rappers . . . Secret Oulipians?
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As it's been getting darker and colder over the last few weeks, and the
whole premise of leaving the house looks like a scam designed to entrap the
dimmest...
… & Elizabeth Jane Howard
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I am currently reading the novels of Elizabeth Jane Howard, one after
another, on the advice of Hilary Mantel in the Guardian – she has written
the introdu...
My choice cuts from Edinburgh Fringe
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Just back from Edinburgh, where I saw 20 shows in 5 days. OK, 19. We were 2
minutes late for one, and missed out. Two of the shows were at the Book
Festiva...
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