When I signed up for the Ladies in the Lead seminar, I was so pumped. Here was my chance to learn the secrets of playing lead guitar from a chick. A hard rocking, riff ripping, mega-fast fingered woman, or so it looked from the picture in the brochure. What a novel, awesome way to spent a Sunday.
So when I arrived at the class and was confronted with cruchy, sensible-shoes-wearing, not-so-fast-fingering chick and her big ass ACOUSTIC guitar, I wondered how the hell I was going to escape. My classmates were two other women with THEIR big ass acoustic guitars, and one other woman with an electric with did know her A (chord) from her elbow.
Here is what I learned: The instructor had less of a clue than I do. Or maybe, that I know a hell of a lot more than I thought I did. (Thanks Chris!) The instructor: a) did not know there was more than one form/fingering to a pentatonic scale ("Oh, I only use this one," she told me), b) thought one of her students had invented the term palm mute (uh, no, look in any guitar book out there, it's standard), and c) had to be told (by me) that one of her supposed tricks wouldn't work on the B string.
This is who I'm supposed to look up to? Big ass acoustic guitar girl who couldn't rock a Dickey Betts solo if her life depended on it? No way.
I had no idea it was such an anamoly, a girl wanting to play mean, loud, kicking ROCK guitar. But I do, and so far, I can't buy me a female mentor. What's up with that?
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