Staying Stoked In The Post Stoke Economy

Ok, I am a child of the '70s, maybe even of the '80s. Why do I offer that up front piece of nostalgic date bait? Because I have to not only inform the reader, but also remind myself that I come from a different time. Now, that in and of itself has no value. Let's be clear, I am not the kind of guy who walks around yelling, "Old school, baby! Old school". I for sure see the value of new technology and of new trends in all sorts of things, and not just new music or new music gear.
For example, I recently went on a nostalgic whim and jumped out and bought a late '80s mountain bike. I had been looking at bike builds on Pinterest (huh? Pinterest...told ya'. Im woke y'all) and was all sorts of stoked about all this old iron being brought back to life. So, I jumped on Craigslist and scored a beautiful Mountain Klein. Great shape and all original save the saddle and tires. It is nothing short of breath taking. Also, It was only $200! Back in '89 I could not have even dreamed of owning this bike. Once on my bike rack, I was sending pics to all my buddies and trying to organize an "old iron" bike ride. There were absolutely no takers....at all. None! Yet, I was not to be denied my blaze of old glory. I loaded it up and took it to my next little group ride. Let me tell you that the stoke of owning a Mountain Klein faded pretty quickly my friends. After years of riding modern mountain bikes, I had forgotten how basic first generation mountain bikes were. They were basically expensive road groupos bolted onto stiffer frames, with fatter tires added, and flat bars. The ride was brutal. Harsh and unforgiving, this old iron beauty was anything but glorious by comparison.
So old school is just that in many instances. Old. Plain and simple. And as I sat in my truck pondering the nostalgic wash out I had just experienced, I realized that back in the day it was not the old stuff that got us stoked. It was the new emerging technologies of the day that stoked us. Like when Yamaha came out with the Mono-Shock, or when polyurethene wheel firs started appearing on skateboards. That was the trick stuff. That was the stuff that was "Bitchin' man!
The lesson is not lost on this old dude for sure. Because I'm not some old dude. I am the same wide eyed 13 year old that actually shed a small tear of overwhelming joy when he rollded that 1981 Yamaha YZ 125 off the show room floor. Water cooled man!, F'ing water cooled!! Color me stoked.
So then should I not be as stoked when I see that new Kemper modeling amp or when Fox released a new mountain bike shock? Yes! I should be. I should be 13 years old every time I walk into Guitar Center (humor me here) or a bike shop or skate shop or any shop that has stuff I dig.
Let us not get trapped in the glory of the old. While it is totally bitchin' to plug into a real '65 Blackface, it is also, and it some ways more, cool to plug into a Blackstar Silverline and dial up a Blackface tone from the endless menu of digital models. It is seriously cool.
So my friends young and old. Dont be less stoked today as you were yesterday. Keep a foot in what brought us here for sure. Honor the champions of days gone by but also keep an eye on the champions of tomorrow. For these too will become memories. These too will some day be "old school".
Until next time. Stay stoked my friends. Stay stoked.

On Occasion, Guitars Are Not All That....What?

Ok, well I said it. Yes, it is true for me. From time to time, I am bored to death of the the onslaught of guitar photos and guitar stories I get on my social media feeds. How many Olympic white strats can one man look at? In fact, sometimes I think there are only a dozen or so photos of Olympic white strats on the planet. We just keep sending them to one another as if we just snapped it in our living room and posted it seconds ago. Listen, I am not saying that strats are boring or that Olympic white is not a great color for a strat. I am simply saying that even the most dedicated guitar heroes among us need to branch out a little.

I have included recently in my feeds other points of interest. Of course surfing, of course dirt bikes, of course skateboarding but also recently some art stuff, and poetry stuff as well. I'm just trying to add some variety to my interactions with this world. In turn, I have found that it adds dimensions to my guitar playing that I have not previously experienced.

The art I have started looking at is of various subject matter. I have found that it gets me thinking about what colors and what mindscapes might enter my thoughts as I am playing a particular guitar passage. The poetry I have started reading gets me thinking about writing good lyrics again (as if I have previously written a good lyric).

You have heard me make reference to the musical life and the guitar lifestyle. Honestly, I had not really put as much thought into those phrases as I should have until recently. So, this really can be a musical life. Tying a variety of interests and experiences into our music really does make it a life. A lifestyle if you will.

I try to keep these posts short and to the point. Most often it is to just share or a thought or encourage you to contemplate something along with me. Join me then in this if you will. What other interests can we incorporate into our musical thoughts? Can we find a way to make our interest in bread making or cake decorating improve our guitar playing? I think there may be ways to do so. If we give enough thought to it, we can combine so many of our interests into a cohesive personality or lifestyle. Look for a way to make it fit. Most of all, lets pick our head up and look at something other than the fretboard. Its a big world. And a beautiful one.

The Musical Life

It's In the Way that You Use It.

Like many of you, in fact, all of you, my life has gone through many changes. Some good, and some not so much so. What is one to do? It is simply the variety of life and all of it's unexpected twists and turns. I am not trying to trivialize any of our trauma, pain, broken hearts, or busted bank accounts. My intent is to simply say that none of us are immune to the dark clouds that life can bring.

The good news is that those dark clouds are always on the move. Eventually, blue skies return ( provided you enjoy blue skies) and we go through a time when we can enjoy a lighter heart and lighter step.  As I contemplate the tentative and ever-changing nature of our respective walks through life, I am reminded that not everything in life is temporary. At least in our carnal experience.

I have enjoyed many permanent situations in my several decades on this planet. I never seem to get weary of fun Saturday on a dirt bike. The intro line in Crazy Train is something that I can listen to over and over with the same joy every time. The first few string picks on a Gibson Hummingbird are magical. Every time! I cant remember a time when I did not enjoy the smell of fresh ground coffee beans. Sure, you may see these things as simple things and they are. But so what? Is it not "ok" to enjoy the simple things and find pleasure in the "not so complicated"?

People are people. I can say that because I am one. I can accept the fallible nature of humans because I realize that I myself am not perfect. As John Popper sang, "I lie to0 so I don't mind" (Run Around). My tie in here is to say that often times, it is our relationships with other humans that provide most of the shifting sand in our lives. Friends, it is meant to be that way. It is simply the way that it is. When we can turn inward and see that we are all the same, the complicated nature of life can become simple. Or at least a bit more simple. Instead of life being a mysterious, heart breaking walk on ever shifting sand, it can be a nice stroll through a little house of horrors.  A bit scary at times but we know that the boogie man (Mesa Boogie Man?) is right around the corner and we can be prepared and even look forward to the little jolt.

My human relationships often come and go. Music has become the vehicle by which I stay in the game and find new relationships. Some of those relationships are with other humans, some are with instruments. One most often more substantial than the other. I will leave it to you to ponder which is which. When we realize that change is a constant, we might just be a bit more "ok" with it. It might just be that in the grand scheme of the universe, the smell of fresh roasted coffee and the feeling you get when the "love of your life" walks into the room are on the very same shelf. Keep strumming my friends.

Simplify, Simplify, Simplify

     For those of you who know me well, you may think I am loosing it. Rest assured. I am not. For what I am about to say, know that I am sane and balanced. I am aware. "Sell your guitars!"
I know I know. Sin of all sins. Blasphemy! After all this is a guitar blog. For the love of guitars and the guitar lifestyle right? Yes, and in that spirit I continue. For the guitar lifestyle. Stay with me.
    For years I have bought and sold guitars. I have collected and traded and loved and played many many fine six stringed instruments. A few four stringed as well. Recently however, I have been feeling a little flat from the experience. Unfullfilled if you will. Not that the guitars are not fantastic and beautiful and unique. Its just that the stream of instruments coming and going has left me hollow. Hollow in that I never really get the chance to connect with any of them on a significant basis. Much like a relationship with a friend. If it is too swift or too short, you never really know if there was something there. Something that could have been lasting anyway. And so I sold my guitars. Goodbye and farewell my fine fretted friends.
    Not all of them of course. I have a few pieces that I will never let go of. A recent vintage Gibson Southern Jumbo, A Gibson Les Paul Custom Pro (anniversary present from my dearest Rebecca), A 1980 Fender Stratocaster Monacco Yellow, An Eastman T386. Everything else is gone. I think....
There are some closets I have not checked.
     Now that my pack is light, I find myself moving much faster and with a lighter heart and mind. Why would that be? I think it is because I am dedicated to these pieces. I am connected to them. I love them and they love me. We are familiar and we like to see one another. We have stayed together long enough to know what we love about each other. Good and bad. I know my Strat needs new frets and that the neck pickup is too throaty and dull to be of any use, but I LOVE that guitar. I return, it knows I will likely never pull EVH runs or properly use a tremelo but it LOVEs me anyway. It is MY GUITAR. I walk into my studio and it says, "Hello old friend, I have missed you" and I say "Hello my faithful friend, It is good to see you too". Then we are immediately connected and familiar and we enjoy our time together and we look forward to the next encounter. Good and bad. We accept and we commit and we like what we have. Not perfect but real.
     This type of connection simply cant happen for me when I have eight different Strats sitting in my living room. I am too distracted by them all. Too much noise in the room and I cant focus on any one conversation. It becomes impossible to really spend enought time with one guitar to find out if we really are good for one another. Maybe the action on this one guitar is too high or the neck is too wide and so I pick up another one that has a better feel but a tone that is abrasive to me. So I look for another and then another thinking that that one perfect piece is out there. That process consumes all of the time that I should be spending with that one Les Paul and that one Southern Jumbo. I have no time left to fix the problems or work through and get used to their shortcomings. I am simply to distracted by the idea of something. Something that does not exist.   
     So not unlike our relationships in the outside world with friends and relatives and love ones in my opinion. Im not saying that you should dump your friends. What I am saying is that perhaps you should do an occasional inventory and think about where you really want to spend your time. Maybe thin the distractions a little so you can work through that little issue with those one or two people. You know who those people are. They are the ones you think about when they are not around or when you have not heard from them. They ones that still somehow have a voice that you can hear even when you are in a room full of other people. Find them and spend the time to work it out. Trust me. When you have fewer silly choices, the important ones become more fullfilling. You might realize that you might not have to look as far or as hard to find that friendship that you can make the best music in.
    I miss my Road Worn Telecaster on occasion. Also my Les Paul Classic. They were awesome and I wish them well and I hope they find a place to jam and be jammed.  That said, when I go home to my favorite two, I miss nothing. We rock on together and we are happy doing it.
 

In Many Ways, The Best of Friends

Oh a new year again. For so many of us a time of reflection, a time of resolution, a time to look forward in hope, and a time to look back in regret perhaps. A time to pat yourself in congratulations and a time to gather with those that you hope will be a part of your life in the new year and for many to come.  It sounds so profound and thoughtful. And it is really. If you are smart you will ponder your life and that of others, particularly if it is in an effort to make them all better. It is in that spirit that I continue.

I was making my New Year's list the other day. You know that list, "for this I am thankful" in the left hand column, "for this I am heartbroken" on the right. All done to remind myself what a great life I have, taking stock of my blessings as I head into 2016. It has been said that the quickest way to happiness is to be thankful for what you have. "I want everything I have" vs "I have everything I want" sort of thing. And would'nt you know it. Guess what made the list on the left hand side? 

My 2014 Fender Custom Shop 60's Heavy Relic Stratocaster, my Dr Z Carmen Ghia 18watt combo, my Special Run Gibson Les Paul Custom Pro, my Fender Road Worn Telecaster, my Bad Cat 15 watt, my TC Electronics MojoMojo Overdrive pedal all mad the "holy cow Im grateful for that" list. Now here is where you say to yourself that Jonathan is quite shallow indeed. Placing such value on inanimate objects like guitars and such. Well, this is a guitar blog so settle down a bit. Of course I am thankful for my friends and family. Well....most of them anyway, but there is a different observation here. While guitars made the "thank you" list often, the never made the "oh crap" list. Not once! Now that is saying a little bit. In some ways, I have been treated better in 2015 by my guitars than by some of the humans in my life. Those little bolted up pieces of wood, and steel, and plastic have actually done pretty well by me. Some of the humans? Well.......
So I have made a resolution for you all and for myself.

Here it stands. Always present and waiting for me to reach out. Never uttering a negative word about me or those that I love. Never indulging in the drama. Never hanging up on me after a barrage of insults and venom. Never dropping out. Always showing up. Helping me discover my limits and riding along when I surpass them but never demanding that I do so. Only requiring minimal care and always giving back more than it asks for and recieves. The lowly and humble guitar. Trusted and cherished friend. Have a look and one of my most loyal family members. The Gretsch 6120. Now before you go start hating on this concept, let me offer one more word and a promise to you all. In 2016, I promise to be to you, much more like my guitars are to me. Think about it for a moment.

"What Did You Enjoy Doing at Age 10?"

I would like to start this post by pasting in a section from an Entrepreneur Magazine article I recently read. Also a word of caution to my usual visitors. This article is less about guitars and more about what it might mean to be a guitar player. Read on and I think you will understand.

Eric Maisel, a psychotherapist and author, agrees, adding: "The things we loved as a child are probably still the things we love." He suggests drawing up a list of favorite activities and interests from childhood—"and see what still resonates with you today. And then it’s a process of updating those loves. You may have loved something that doesn’t even exist now, or doesn’t make sense in your life now—but you may be able to find a new version of that.

I uncovered the article with a quick google search worded "identifying your passions".
Of course a ton of hits came up as this is a very en vogue topic to be reading on these days.
I would say particularly among aging Gen X kids such as myself. 
Perhaps this stems from a growing feeling that I am running out of time. Time for what? Time to grab deep happiness and be able to look back and feel as though I made good use of a life! John Mayer maybe asked it directly when he sang, "Am I living it right?"
At any rate, I find that I am wanting to spend more and more time in activities that I connect with on a very deep level. Interestingly enough, many of those activities are directly or evolutions of activities I enjoyed as a kid.
So I ask, "What did you enjoy doing at age 10?".
Now, this is not to say that one can make a living playing hopscotch or collecting bugs, but only maybe. If you found yourself playing hopscotch and kickball while the neighbor kid collected bugs then perhaps you should have studied kinesiology and the kid next door should have studied entomology or biology. Now, one can certainly make a living in those areas.
I know this is a road weary topic to some. However, I, at 47 am just now slowing down long enough to really look at this issue and answer some of the the questions honestly.
When I think of the things I enjoyed as a 10 year old, I was certainly, BMX and skateboarding, listening to rock and roll, and trying to mow enough lawns to buy a dirt bike.
Childs play you say? My father certainly thought so, and did make efforts to point me towards ways of making an honest, hard earned living. The thought of being a professional moto-cross racer or surfer would have never been encouraged, let alone supported. Its a shame too because many kids do grow up to make a living surfing and racing and playing rock and roll and skateboarding. So why not me?
Somewhere along the way, between the innocence and wonder of childhood and the knowledge of the responsibility that comes at adolescence, the dream just gets derailed I think. "Ha! He is too young to have any idea as to what kind of job he would want", I remember hearing the adults say. Maybe that was wrong. Maybe the passions of our youth had us right on track. Now I hear myself saying, "He is too old to remember what type of job he really wanted." I think that is more accurate than the former.
Now don't lose me here. I'm not saying that at age 50 we should quit our jobs and go and make a run at pro surfing. Or am I? Silly kid stuff right? Only maybe.....
I remember a good mentor from my post college days once told me, "Jon, you can do almost anything you want to do if you are willing to make all of the necessary sacrifices to get there."
I think that comment has relevance in this conversation because it points back to the concept of pursuing a dream or ambition. At age 50 can I be a professional surfer? Sure can. There are masters class contests all over the place. Now will I make a ton of money? Maybe not. But that was not the question was it? I have grown to hate the money question anyway.
Oh sure, I know we have to pay the bills. I get that. We all should get that by now. However, that dang money question did not play in at age 10. It came along later when we had to choose between dreams and money. So I am trying to factor it out again. Trying to get it (as much as I can) out of the equation and get back to that wild eyed wonder of being a child again. That is to say I am changing the question back to something closer to the questions we asked ourselves as children. Follow me if you will on this. If it were a bright, clear, warm Saturday morning, and you were 10 again, what would you go do? 
The honest answer to that question is helping me find direction again. Perhaps it can help you as well.

The Stoke

Perhaps I have commented on this before. "The Stoke" as it were. That is to say the process of getting stoked. Like, totally stoked! It is not the same as say, getting happy or excited. It is it's very own thing.
The Stoke is not something that happens to you or even an emotion really. It is, in my opinion, a universal energy that will, when conditions are right, make itself a home inside you for a time.
True, it does respond to certain situation better than others. Like a salesman making a sale for instance. I'm not sure the elation he might feel is "The Stoke". I think that might just be short term happiness. However, if he is happy because he finally has enough money to buy that bitchin' '76 Les Paul Deluxe, then that is for sure "The Stoke". Fine line distinctions but I believe them to be true and accurate.
So, when were you last STOKED? My friends, it is an important question to ask yourself. We simply cannot continue our day to day lives with out a measure of Stoke.
I have a Stoke dispenser at my house. A few in fact. The Inverness Green Les Paul Custom Pro that my wife bought me for our 15th anniversary always brings on The Stoke.
Also, I can grab a longboard (skateboard because I live inland now) and find a little bit of Stoke by simply rolling down my driveway.
I suggest you all find that little something that lets you connect with The Stoke. Think about it a little.
Maybe you like to paint or draw, or perhaps you are working on a difficult piano piece. These types of things are corridors to the wonder of being stoked.
I hope that you take some time out this weekend to find a little fun. A little stoke.
Check out the images of folks being stoked. Dig it!

Are you kidding me? Totally Stoked!

Yep, Stoked Again...times two! Sweet rollers and a Fender Jag!

Now I'm Stoked!

Thanks guys for checking in and have a great life until we talk again.