Music Magic

Podcast - Music Magic . . .

It was the Danish author Hans Christian Anderson that said, “Where Words Fail Music Speaks.”

This reminded me that music is all around us and easily accessible in this digital age we’ve stumbled into. At 63 I’m finding new ways to experience the joy of guitar.

It's Magic . . .

Well, not really, its persistent effort and practiced fingers dancing daily across the fretboard.

Lately, I’ve been listening to some new young artists on YouTube that is simply terrific. Josh Turner Guitar and Reina Del Cid. These artists play a wide variety of covers from Country, Rock, Folk, Pop, and Bluegrass. Not to mention they both write and produce their own original music.

While listening I’ll try to play along, in-time with the video. I’ve “graduated” from just listening to YouTube guitar lessons to strumming the harmony. Frankly, I’m amazed at how much strumming the Ukulele has helped me with the guitar.

It’s a lot of fun to “get into” an old familiar tune with a new take on the musical arrangement. For example, one of my favorites is a Bluegrass tune, Dooley, originally written and performed by the Dillards.

How many of you remember seeing the Dillards on The Andy Griffith Show back in the 1960s?

If you're a Bob Dylan fan, the Other Favorites cover of The Times They Are a-Changin’ is definitely worth a listen.

And of course, they present original music that’s arranged and performed with harmony, skill, and precision. Here’s just one example of a winner it’s titled - Number One in America by, The Other Favorites.

But let’s not forget the two young ladies Reina del Cid and Toni Lindgren. This talented duo also covers a vast arrangement of musicals venues with their own special touch. Here’s one of their originals you will enjoy, it’s titled 1970.

Toni's recent arrangement for guitar, and one of my all-time favorites, is Your Song, by Elton John.

If you’re interested in listening I’ve linked the song titles to the YouTube videos in my blog post.

Its Music Magic, enjoy!

This is Patrick Ball, thanks for listening. See you in the next episode.

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