Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I know nothing about Preston Reed except his name comes up occasionally as a similar to John Fahey and Leo Kottke and that he possesses many of the unfortunate cafe-soundtrack traits that seem to appeal to guitar virtuosos but he has this thing he does where the song sounds like a well oiled engine, chugging away creating a simple rhythm out of a million tiny motions and then suddenly a belt slips or a screw wiggles loose and the machine struggles to keep equilibrium and does, but not without nearly coming off its moorings. As a lousy guitarist myself, I can't wrap my brain around making one's fingers move that fast and make something meaningful out of the doing-so.
Here he is performing the unfortunately named yet nonetheless brilliant "Twang Thang" off the album to the left.
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