Hope for Haiti

I'm easily moved by what happened half globe away...

Although I doubt whether people really believe in the god they pray to around me
I believe in one thing
Which is we all have someone who we would sacrifice our lives at anytime to protect
just in different ways

If you happen to come by this little place
please think of those who you are willing to sacrifice for

If you have more to give
please go to

HopeForHaiti.org
Hope For Haiti Now

or any organizations that you trust

決定，了嗎？

我想，請你把這一切都當成是一個假設性的問題
因為，或許只有這樣做，你們才能看見，想要找的答案

你決定了嗎？

如果現實只能是四個而不是五個
如果現實是這是你們最後一次的放手一搏
如果現實是那將不再符合你們心中的信仰

如果現實需要你站在聚光燈下，成為你所不願意的焦點
如果現實是你缺乏穿透人心的渲染力量
如果現實是你的位置從來都不適合站在燈下
如果現實是你必須孤注一擲
如果現實要求你的犧牲，你的覺悟，你的接受，你的釋然

如果現實是
即使這麼做你們也將無法獲得任何的保証
有的只是不及萬分之一的可能性

你決定了嗎？

真真正正的
不回頭的
向前衝

若是這樣
我
也衝




夢想．現實。現實．夢想

BASS BASS LESSON 4

延宕許久的第四堂課終於上完
一直仗著電吉他的基礎練習在玩bass的某路
其實覺得放的越輕鬆越能抓住bass要表達的渾厚
雖然這樣的解釋無論從哪一個角度看起來，都像是在為偷懶不練琴找藉口，可是透過音箱傳來的音色，真的有差
除了爬格子爬久之後不小心養成的壞習慣，飄移依然是個不小的問題，尤其是當節奏轉換成了八分音符之後，缺乏練習的事實也跟著明顯了起來
不知哪來的心急，總是在突然之間降臨在某個小節的第一拍，越急著拉回節奏，就離得越遠
第四拍還是回得來，只是這似乎又再次驗証了"超級吉他地獄訓練所"裡心理測驗的結果，"彈起來就很豪放的狂野派"拿手的是美式前衛的金屬加riff外帶slash命，卻對圓滑奏跟掃弦完全無救
總是提醒自己要跟著click，卻總是刷一刷又飄移了起來…超級無言

發現自己喜歡上了派大星的手感
一種被人練了很久的溫潤觸感是握在手裡就能立刻發覺的感受
而沈重的存在感和簡單的紋理
除了給人練習的安定感覺，也跟小紫形成無比強烈的差距
雖然小紫是mia借給某路的東西，可是…
真的swing不起來
聽說老師有把舊的washborn，不知道能不能借練一下…

PS1 帶小紫回家練swing，超難按
PS2 "You Give Love A Bad Name" 跟 "Wipe Out" 的右手指法應該要怎麼搭配呢? 下次上課要記得問

休止符

暫時結束了一段從2007年10月開始的學習旅程
Acoustic Guitar 新手記 - 1
Acoustic Guitar 新手記 - 2
Acoustic Guitar 新手記 - 3
Acoustic Guitar 新手記 - 4
Rock n' Road
Rock n' Road con.~
新年冷颼颼之低溫吉他
Electronic Guitar Rock!
挑戰．文字．音樂．碎碎唸
Fender Vintage '52 Telecaster
有夠ㄍ一ㄥ
起點
小路碎碎唸
Nails
小路碎碎唸
要不要這麼巧！
摔歪了．．．．
Yellow
所謂的敗家清單
蛻

原來，不知不覺之間
已經累積了這麼多的東西
最後幾個月的課程一直都在上樂理
然後一直被鼓勵著去組個團好好的腦力激盪
把技巧跟樂理扎實的磨練一番
一把吉他的時候，應該是什麼模樣
兩把吉他的時候，可以用什麼方法
如果出現第三把或是vocal，要怎麼編才不會出現不協調的衝突感
一個完整的團，又要怎麼去做彼此的搭配
團長嗎?
還是先設法讓拍子穩定下來吧
畢竟我從來也沒有一次練7, 8個小時過

The Crow... The Butterfly

The Crow and The Butterfly - Shinedown

I painted your room at midnight
So I know that yesterday was over
I put all your books on the top shelf
Even the one with the four-leafed clover
Man I'm getting older

I took all your pictures off the wall
And I wrapped them in a newspaper blanket
And i havent slept in what seems like a century
And now i can barely breathe

Just like the crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer sky
Cos when you and I
Were getting high as outer space
I never thought you would slip away
I guess I was just a little too late

Your words still serinate me
And your alabies, they wont let me sleep
And I never heard such a haunting melody
And now it is killing me
You know I can barely breathe

Just like the crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer sky
Cos when you and I
Were getting high as outer space
I never thought that you would slip away
I guess I was just a little too late
I was just a little too late


Just like the crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer sky
Cos when you and I
Were getting high as outer space
I never thought you would slip away

Like the crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer sky
Because when you and I
Were getting high as outer space
I never thought you would slip away
I guess I was just a little too late
Yeah I was just a little too late
I was just a little too, a little too late
I guess I was just a little too late







you know i can barely breathe...