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QUOTE (Ancient Ways @ Feb 27 2008, 07:53 PM) I would appreciate the experts comments on this post. I have always understood two definitions of the term arpeggio. The first is what has been covered already which is essentially: (on a guitar) finger a chord on the guitar and play each note seperately instead of strumming the strings in one motion. The second is created by taking the common elements of the chord and playing those notes through several octaves: for example, take an Amajor chord barred at the fifth fret. The notes in the chord are a,e,a,c,e,a. The Amajor arpeggio is then created by playing these notes successively through the fretboard. Although these are the same notes as the "ringing" chord variety it seems to be played typically as a scale form and the "chord" itself is never actually fingered... I'm not an 'expert' by any means; but, having said that, I can assure you that one may certainly arppegiate through several octaves if so desired... "The notes in the chord are a,e,a,c#,e,a. The Amajor arpeggio is then created by playing these notes successively through the fretboard..." It's only a matter of finding these notes in this sequence in the lowest register of the guitar and continuing up the neck in the same sequence until you've reached the highest register, or until you've reached the point where you would choose to turn around, reverse the order, and proceed back to the lowest register... That would be one type of arppegio... As previously mentioned, arpeggios are not limited to this ascending/decending sequence... ...Arrpegios are constructed from the notes of the chord... ...The order of execution, the chords choosen, the harmony of the chord (arpeggio) progression.... ...These are the creative elements. Pattern, pattern, pattern! Now lets stop 'harping' on the subject and get out there and practice our arppegiatation III.

QUOTE (madra sneachta @ Aug 26 2004, 02:33 PM) For one of Alex's most exquisite and intense guitar solos - Here Again Technically, his playing improved and developed immensely over the years, but did any other solo ever convey as much emotion??. Quite right! I opted for Here Again also, for it's 'Bluesy Quality.' Expressive guitar, to be sure!

Roc=Ric Pardonez le typo, si'l vous plait.

QUOTE (LoneStar Boogie @ Feb 26 2008, 09:42 PM) I just watched that interview, and the only thing Geddy says definitively is that he used the Fender on Tom Sawyer, and the Rickenbacher on Red Barchetta and Limelight. So whoever said the bass on Camera Eye sounded like the bass on Red Barchetta, you could very well be correct. One thing Geddy did say about the Fender was that it has a big sounding bottom end. That's right! (And thank you for the clarification!) Just opinion: The Fender Jazz sounds better; the Roc looks better; both either's nice....

QUOTE (GeminiRising79 @ Feb 26 2008, 01:49 PM) I know that many of you would certainly go for it... Booze mixed with the intense euphoria of being in the presence of a Rush God. I'm sure many of you guys would never admit to it, which is certainly OK. Sheesh, as good as Alex looked back in the late 70's, early 80's I wouldn't have done it, but would have subconsciously considered it because I held him to such a high level...man, he was everything I wanted to be back when I was 19.

Hmmm... 'Don't annoy us further; we have our work to do' 2112 That wasn't as easy as it might seem! 'K.... ...How 'bout: ______ the ______ of _____ _____ ____ the ____ ____ the _____.

Pleasantly surprised to see my long thought-about response currently leads in the poll!

QUOTE (DiscipleofLerxst @ Feb 26 2008, 05:04 PM) I would say Fender...I saw an interview with him somewhere and he mentions which he used on a couple of songs, from MP, and then he said he used the Fender on the rest. Yes, I saw or read something to that effect also... ...But I seem to recall him having said the only song he used the Ric for was Red Barchetta...

QUOTE (Choose/the/light @ Feb 25 2008, 04:42 PM) QUOTE (Territorial_Game @ Feb 25 2008, 03:06 PM) When this is the wall of your dorm room: http://inlinethumb39.webshots.com/9510/2643077380048144002S500x500Q85.jpg Yeah, there's a few Dream Theater ones spread out in it, but mostly good Rush stuff! ok im jealous Way cool! My living room looks a little something like this! C'est vrai! Wish I had a photo Ah, well... ...Someday soon.

QUOTE (Territorial_Game @ Feb 25 2008, 10:02 AM) QUOTE (Maestro @ Feb 24 2008, 11:55 PM) Hitchhike one hundred twenty miles to catch a show, neither knowing nor caring how you're getting home afterward True story. By the way, care to elaborate? Sounds like a pretty cool story I will certainly indulge you with this story sometime soon, TG; I rather enjoy writing; and, it might make for a good post. Please be patient; I'll get around to it in the next couple of days.

Hitchhike one hundred twenty miles to catch a show, neither knowing nor caring how you're getting home afterward True story.

QUOTE (jonfiredaman02 @ Feb 24 2008, 05:40 PM) Time _____ ____ we ____ _____ of the ___ Our ______ ____ see _____ _______ Time after time we loose sight of the way Our causes can't see their affects. Tricky! How 'bout ___ _______ ______ us _____ ____ ____ 's ___ so ___

Tres Bien!

QUOTE (Cygnusx3 @ Feb 23 2008, 10:00 PM) We _____ the _____and ______ of restless _______ from afar That would be: "We feel the push and pull of restless rhythms from afar." How 'bout: _____ is _____ a _______ and ___ ____ must ____ __ _____.

Tough question.... The Silmarillion... ...Or... The Book Of Lost Tales I & II ...Or... Don Quixote ...Or... Dune I. thru X. ...Or... The Foundation Series (Azimov) ...Or... Sheeesh.... Too many to count...

QUOTE (GeminiRising79 @ Feb 23 2008, 04:01 PM) Ok, now try to keep an open mind here by what I'm about to suggest. First, choose the Rush member you primarily gravitate to, for whatever reason(This would be a member that you are mostly in awe of (if you are equally in awe of 2 or more, exclude yourself from this test). The setting: Lets say you happen to be out one night at a Toronto lounge/bar off of Younge Street (in close proximity to Massey Hall) with the Rush member you are in utmost awe of, and his wife. After having a few drinks and strong conversational bonding, the said Rush member looks at his watch noting that the time is already 21:12. He subtly suggests that you join him and his wife at his sprawling suburban Toronto mansion. He says that he will drive since his Audi/BMW is better in the voluminous amounts of snow that has recently fallen from the bruised and sullen stormclouds above. You agree and gingerly hop in the back seat and take in the surreal experience, whilst caressing the rich Corinthian leather and shining steel of the interior. After arriving at the mansion, the three of you entre the main den, sipping cognac (or perhaps The MacCallan) on the large C-shaped couch that encompasses the cozy, roaring fireplace that is automatically actuated by the bristling energy given off by human proximity. In a dreamlike state, you gaze up at the wall and see the gold and platinum records and the vast collage of Rush album covers. You see a magnificently stuffed animal in the likeness of the Snowdog. You see the work of gifted hands that grace this strange and wondrous land. It dawns on you that you're living every Rush fan's dream. The said Rush member then suggests that you join him and his wife upstairs in the Master bedroom. You gaze up at the spiral stair, and then to the Rush member where you notice his hungry eyes, and open mind. Are you prepared to indulge in both sides of the hemispheres or do you politely decline, suggesting that the hour is late and you feel you've got to move, (yes, you do?) Or do you proceed, tricked by circumstances? How very quaint!

Maestro in to report Northern California is expecting to be "Pounded" in the next few hours by a major storm that's been brewing out over Hawaii the passed few days... 2-5ft snow above 3000 feet; 2-3 inches of rain with sustained winds of 40 MPH and gusts 55-70 mph in the valley... From the San Francisco Bay Area to The Oregon Boarder... ...We're about to get pounded (again), folx.... At least that's what our local meterologist forcasts. Kinda looking forward to it myself; time to outside and baton down the hatches... Anticipating widespread poweroutages (again); so... Until Later!

An arpeggio, (appegiation) is the act of executing the individual notes of a chord individually. First, let's consider the Cmaj chord... The C Major triad in root position on the keyboard consists of the tones: C, E, and G. (i, iii, v; ie: The first, third and fifth degrees of the C maj scale.) [On guitar, as I recall, Cmaj in root (1st) posistion consists of C, E, G, oC, oG] Were you to position your hand on the neck of the guitar in such a manner as to strike a Cmaj (or any other chord, for that matter), then picked, strummed or plucked the strings from low to high (from the E to E) and back again from high to low, all in equal duration (all eighth notes, for example), you would have then sucsessfully appegiated the Cmaj chord. Do this first for Cmaj, then for Fmaj, then again for G7, and you will have appegiated a I, IV, V chord progression in the key of C. Alex has made a lot of use of appegiation in his composition. Jacob's Ladder, Strangiato, Mystic Rhythms, Available Light, to name a few. He seems to enjoy appegiating in time signatures of 5/4 and 7/4 more so than any others. Hope this is helpful to you. Until Later!

"We turned our gaze to the castles in the distance" A Farewell to Kings

Not that it matters much; but, from a theoretical perspective, Rush (a la Alex) very interesting... Corrrect me if I'm wrong; but the SoR intro is derived from the last 5 notes of an asending Amaj scale... The piece itself, as I see it, is written in the key of D; however, the majority of the tune (much of the bass line and the guitar intro as well) appears to dance around components of A, the dominant. I'm not a guitarist by any means, but I know genius when I hear/see it. Alex 'qualifies'

The truth is that this is not a lie.

Tough question... ...But it has to be: Xanadu.... but only by a narrow, narrow margins over the title cut and Cinderella Man. JMO. III.

QUOTE (The Owl @ Feb 12 2008, 09:47 PM) QUOTE (Slime @ Feb 12 2008, 09:25 PM) One lawsuit to rule them all One suit to find them One suit to bring them all and in the darkness bind them http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0sc-gS9AqM Check this out.

QUOTE (Choose/the/light @ Feb 18 2008, 06:23 PM)I read somewhere that the "whip" sound on YYZ is actually a 2X4 being broken As I recall, when asked how one plays plywood, Neil responded with something like: "You smack it down on a stool -hard!"

I. Do you see, can't you see what I'm feeling? Will it ever change? Will it stay the same? Is it ever gonna change again? Who do you think you are? Why do you have to make us feel so uptight? Where'd you go? Where'd learn what you know? II. Why do their shadows bow in fear? Why try? III. Who could ask for more? Why must my crew desert me when I need a guiding hand? IV. What can this strange device be? What can this thing be that I've found? What use have they for you? Dream, can't you show me the light? What would touch me deeper, tears that fall from eyes that only cry? Would it touch you deeper than tears that fall from eyes that know why? So, you still question 'why?' V. When they turn the pages of history and these days have passed long ago, will they read of us in sadness for the seeds that we let grow? Can't we find the minds that made us strong? Can't we learn to feel what's right and what's wrong? Can't we find the minds to lead us closer to the heart? Through the void to be destroyed, or is there something more? Atomized at the core or through the astral door to soar? VI. And they wonder why: 'The Maples can't be happy in their shade?' VII. Acting-well rehearsed routines or playing from the heart? VIII. Are they oblivious to this quality? IX. How do they make contact with one another? How do we make contact with one another? We've got nothing to fear but fear itself; not pain or failure, not fatal tragedy; not the faulty units in this mad machinery; not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry? Can any part of life - be larger than life? Is any killer worth more than his crime? X. Who can face the knowledge that the truth is not the truth? Are the liberators here? Do I hope or do I fear? Are we the last ones left alive? Are we the only human beings to survive? Was it only trees in the wind? Is it movement or is it action? Is it contact or just reaction? Revolution or just resistance? Is it living or just existence? XI. Was it just imagination stringing us along? XII. Can't everybody see? XIII. How many times do you hear it? Who can you believe? Christ, what have you done? How can we ever agree? XIV. Why are little ones born only to suffer for the want of immunity or a bowl of rice? Who would hold a price on the heads of the children if there's some immortal power to control the dice? What's the deal? I'm on a roll now -or is it a slide? I'm in a groove now -or is it a rut? Who can give them back their lives and all those wasted years? Who will pay? Do we have to be forgiving at last? What else can we do? Do we have to say goodbye to the past? Baby, don't you ask yourself 'why?' XV. What kind of difference can one person make? Where would you rather be? When will the time be right? XVI. Can't do the time? Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist? XVII. Are you under the illusion that you're part of this scheme? What is the meaning of this? What are you trying to do? Are you under the illusion the path is winding your way? Are you surprised by confusion when it leads you astray? Have you lived a lifetime today or do you feel like you just got carried away? Was it something I said? Something you'd like me to do? Did I have a dream or did the dream have me? XVIII. If we're so much the same like I always hear why such different fortunes and fates? What am I supposed to say? Where are the words to answer you when you talk that way? In the hot dry rasp of the devil winds who cares what a fool believes? Where is the wave that will carry me a little closer to you? What am I suppose to do? Where are the words that will make you see what I believe is true? What happen to your old benevolent universe? How many times do we tire of all the little battles? How many times do we weather out the stormy evenings? How many times must another line be drawn? How many times do we chaff against the repetition? How many times do we swallow our ambition? How many times do we wonder if it's even worth it?