A couple of days ago, I had the distinct pleasure of attending Micro(Pico?) Monterey Dopefest. Seats were sold out, and all attendees were present: myself, Wordman, and executive chairman and hostess, WordMom! WordMan and I have been corresponding, both on and off the Dope, for probably 10 years, and it was great to finally put a face with the username, and to meet his mother in the bargain.
WordMom was a gracious host. Articulate and intelligent, as you’d expect given her offspring, and just as given to extensive knowledge. In her musical case that leans toward ukuleles, and it was an honor to see her prized collection. In the front room of Word Manor there were at least 30 alone, with more in the kitchen and stuffed elsewhere around the house. Some dated back to the 19th century, and she could explain the history and importance of any of them, which was fascinating.
After, libations were broken out and guitar geekery shared with me by WordMan himself. Intimidated to find myself in his lofty shadow, he made me feel very welcome and I found his (and Wordmom’s) a kind presence to be with. The two of us broke out guitars and amps, me on my new Gibson SG, him on my prized 2008 American Deluxe Telecaster, a guitar that has always called me to play it more than any other.
W pronounced my Tele as “excellent, very articulate. Don’t change a thing,” and proceeded to play the shit out of it. It was really a pleasure watching him go while I tried to keep up, and we were soon trading licks (okay, he was giving them away like Christmas gifts stacked to the rafters of a big box store on Black Friday). I soon learned why his philosophy is “solos? who cares about solos!?” as he showed off an encyclopediac knowledge of dozens and dozens of song riffs, very much like watching on of those “100 greatest guitar songs in 4 minutes” YouTube videos. I can also see why Wordman likes chunky necks: dude has big mitts; clearly he’s not presidential timber, alas.
More seriously, it was impressive to see him play in that he approaches a song very differently from me and seems to take away more things from it: making up fills for two instruments where a song might do so but one of them isn’t a guitar, for example. Really nailing a groove in ways I might not hear from the original material but that really made sense to me when listening to him do it, making it sound like there were drums playing along almost. Using my Blues Junior, a pedal, and my Tele in a very different way than I might and getting great tone using a very simple setup. He even had a technique that I can’t even describe that emulated what an amp’s tremolo sounds like using only a guitar and a no-tremolo amp. Also a finger-picky constant-thumb drone string thing that I’m going to think about and try to woodshed once I have. Quite a lot of other things. Incredibly creative.
A few hours later, micro-pico-DoperFest Montery had to end, and with sore hands and a full heart, I bid WordMan & -Mom a fond farewell, and thanked them for the time and hospitality and world-class geekery. Thanks, Wordman and Wordmom for a great get-together!