I can see Woody's point, though, since music is best when you can hear it, not read about it. But since what I do is still a long way from being classified as music, this space will have to be filled mostly with whining about how hard the guitar is and how bad I am at it.
But since I go way back with Woody, I decided to leave him a special message on his phone answering machine. At the beep I busted into "Day Tripper," a rendition that was so letter-perfect that Woody is probably convinced that George Harrison has arisen.
Woody, if that sounded anything less than stellar it's just because it was coming across a phone line. Really.
I learned a new vocabulary word through "Day Tripper" -- ostinato (Italian for stubborn). That's what you call multiple repititions of a musical pattern, especially one with a heavy bass line. Take my word for it (or Woody's), reading about ostinato was better than hearing me play it.
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