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You Can Go Your Own Way

I believe that some problems in our society may be due to not enough time carved out for, or appreciation for having creative outlets. Also, the desire to be precise over all else. Precision is important, of course, but I see an abundance of online comments and threads about how to play the guitar or bass exactly like so and so. When I was learning guitar and bass as a teenager, there was tablature notation, but even that wasn't 100% precise. There are so many Youtube videos with note-for-note duplication and or attempts to do so, and unfortunately there are plenty of viewers who criticize others for not being 100% on the mark. To a "T" my guitar and bass player heroes would recommend for players to take the best of what they had heard, but in the end carve out a unique identity.

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