Earlier this evening, I saw a classical guitarist.
If you want to respect yourself as a guitarist, don't watch classical guitarists.
Her name is Chaconne Klaverenga, and she's the daughter of one of the guitar shop owners' in town.
Isn't she good?
Those pops really drew me out. Bob Brozman says that electric music has killed dynamic range, that this is one of the big benefits of playing acoustic. This is a terrific example.
I dragged out my acoustic when I got home. My dread, not my classical, which should barely count as such. And I re-realized that fingerpicking hurts my thumb, on the edge where it hits the string. And I feel like a wimp. But enough about me and more about her.