Taylor guitars

A few months ago I spent an enjoyable hour in a good guitar shop in Middlesbrough, trying electro-acoustic guitars (I still have this futile idea that I’ll be able to afford a decent one before I die). I played a couple of Tanglewoods, which were nice enough, but then I tried a few Taylors. I didn’t go too far up the price range, but when I got to the 114CE, I was taken by the nice feel of the neck, and the sound of the guitar both acoustically and amplified. I would have been quite happy to walk away with that and have it as my main guitar. A few weeks later, Barbara Helen was a guest on Terry’s folk show on BishopFm, and I borrowed her 114CE to accompany Phil Graham on a tune – it felt just as good as the one I had played previously. While I was in the music shop I picked up a Taylor magazine/catalogue and this has been perused front to back, back to front and inside out, by both my wife and myself.

I never got to try any Taylor electrics in the shop, but I’m certainly taken by the T5 and when my wife asked me which one Taylor guitar I’d have, given the opportunity (or 6 winning numbers on the Lottery!), I chose the T5.
There’s loads of information on the Taylor website here, and I hope to try out a T5 someday for myself.

Zen & The Art of Woodchopping

Way back in 1982 we used to live in a remote farmhouse – here:

We were poor, but we had no kids at that point. It was quite good fun most of the time, and there were lots of things to do around the place – we had goats and chickens and wood fires, of course. We’d get quite a few friends coming to stay from the hurly burly of London or, er, Hartlepool.
One day I’d been out chopping some wood – a great activity which warms you twice – once when you chop or saw the wood, and again when you burn it. I came into the house fully inspired, picked up a pen, and wrote this piece:

Zen & The Art of Woodchopping

From the preparation to the execution, woodchopping is a yoga of its own, a form of meditation unique to the country lover and country dweller. Every step of the action brings with it an equal and rewarding reaction. The meditation begins with the gathering together of thoughts and equipment.Slow, deep breathing comes easily at this time. The sharpening of the axe, the waxing of the saw blade are the next rituals. At this time, the woodchopper begins to think about the piece of wood that he is about to chop or saw. He must select a piece of the right length and the right thickness. Not too thick, for the rewards will be erased by exhaustion. Not too thin, for the rewards must be earned by a certain amount of physical exertion. As he peruses the wood pile, different pieces of wood may recommend themselves to him in different ways. One’s bark may have a particularly interesting pattern; the arrangement of knots and limbs on another may call to mind demons that dwell in the woodchopper’s mind. Whatever the reason for the eventual choice, the wood must be treated with respect at all times. It was once part of a living thing, one of the most noble inhabitants of this Earth, a tree – old, wise and all-seeing. Trees see all, hear all and are masters of meditation.

The woodchopper, having chosen his piece, must attune himself to it, attempting to become one with it. If the axe is to be used then the woodchopper’s breathing must become steady, slow, as he stands the wood in place on the chopping block. The axe must be balanced carefully in the hands, the feel of the wooden handle transmitting itself to the woodchopper’s mind, as the sight of the chosen piece of wood transmits itself to his brain. He must see every line of grain in the wood, try and separate them with his mind, before entering them with the axe. As the axe is lifted over the shoulder, ready to swing, the woodchopper, the axe, the wood, must all come together as one. As the axe swings through the air, the woodchopper must drive all thoughts from his mind, save the one thought of splitting the wood. He must see the axe passing right through the wood, he must feel it as the axe head feels it, slicing hard through the splitting wood, he must feel it as the wood feels it, split asunder by the cold hard metal of the axe, split and free with three as one – man, axe and wood. The woodchopper frees his mind of frustration, removeds all obstacles to clear thought and action with this meditation.

But it does not end there. When the woodchopper has finished the chopping, the wood still has more to give him. It may need to be sawn into smaller lengths, a further joining of man, wood, steel in a rhythmic ridding of lingering tensions. And finally, eventually, the wood is burned, giving of its life forces to warm the woodchopper and his family. As it slowly burns, the smoke and flames telling in pictures of all that it has seen, the woodchopper can meditate once more on the wood; its living, its giving death; and he can gain the enlightenment that all worrying, all tension and frustration is futile, that life goes on with it or without it. He may live his life with this in mind, a more whole and happier man.

I could really do with chopping some wood right now!

Blues Show 13 Playlist

Skip James – Devil Got My Woman
Otis Rush – All Your Love
Alvin Lee – You Need Love Love Love
Paul Barrere – Interview with Gary Grainger at The Cluny, Newcastle
Paul Barrere & Fred Tackett – Live from The Cluny, Newcastle (25 minutes)
Little Walter – Juke
The Pleasure Barons – Gangster of Love
Jo Ann Kelly – Where Is My Good man From album of the week – “Do It & more” (released January 2009) on Manhaton Records
Otis Spann – Worried Life Blues
Gypsy Dave Smith – Blue World
Dave Hole – Dark Was The Night
Red Devils – Cut That Out
Jo Ann Kelly – Black Rat Swing from Album Of The Week “Do It & more”
Johnny Dickinson – The Winds
Leslie West – Crawlin’ Kingsnake

We also had 4 songs from Bob and Nige of The Poorboys – Lonesome Whistle, Thrill is Gone, and 2 others I don’t remember the name of (I was too busy trying to play guitar, run the desk and monitor output all at the same time! Hope it didn’t sound too bad out there!)