The parts of a guitar

Hi there Guitarrista!

Today, we will be learning about the parts of a guitar. 

Birds, whether it's a dove, an owl, or an eagle, are considered birds because they share common characteristics like wings, beaks, have only two legs, and so much more. Just like birds, all guitars, no matter what type it is, also share their common physical characteristics that make them behave like guitars.

Guitars come in two basic types: Acoustic or Electric.

My Guitar Mentor

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My guitar mentor was born from an ordinary Filipino family and was raised as a typical farmer. 

Together with his older brothers, they would wake up very early in the morning and perform their tasks while the sun is not yet out.

Back at their place, only the upper class citizens can affor to buy television sets.

All they have was a radio in which they would listen to news, dramas, and music.

And so, the common recreation of the kids his age during night time was to gather around a pyre and sing songs.

Of course, there's a guitarist among the group and it happened to be his older brother.

When they grew up a little older, his brothers became hearthrobs at their place because they were guitarists.

My mentor was very amazed with how his brothers would play the popular songs at that time. Perhaps, songs by The Beatles.

He wanted to learn how to play the guitar too and so he asked his brothers to teach him.

He became in love with the guitar, and he practiced everyday or whenever he gets a chance to.

Whenever there is a song he wanted learn, he would patiently wait for it to be played in the radio and he would listen very carefully.

He would play his guitar while listening to the song. He would then write down the chords which seemed to sound in tune.

He would usually do these many times in a day just to get the right rhythm and melody.

Few years after, because of his diligence, he became known as one of the best guitarist in their locality.

He was usually hired to play for amateur singing contests and he was still around 19 years old at that time.

He can play the songs at different starting keys, transposing the chords to match the singer's pitch.

For that, a lot of people admired his unquestionable talent.

He used to play by "Oido". Oido is a spanish word which means "ear".

He would listen to a song for a couple of times and he would immediately be able to play its rhythm.

Funny thing is that, when he was asked about the name of the unusual chord he used, most of the time he wouldn't be able to answer.

He didn't take any formal lessons about guitar and he didn't know how other chords, aside from the basic, were called.

That's the story of my very first mentor - my Father.

How I Learned To Play The Guitar

It was one dark evening and i was looking at the stars up in the sky.
They were very bright and colorful.
I was sitting in our old hammock at the porch and I can feel the cool breeze in the air.
As i was looking to other stars at a distance, i caught sight of a weird thing that was blinking and it was very close.
"Oh! It's firefly!"
But suddenly, without loosing my focus on the beautiful scene up above, i saw a falling star.
We used to say our wishes when we happen to see a falling star.
I immediately closed my eyes and clasped my hands and wished that I would be given the skills to play a guitar.
I happened to have a big crush on this girl and wanted to impress her ever since.
And when I opened my eyes, i saw the blinking bug transformed into a very beautiful fairy right in front of me.
She said "My dear Ivan, since you are a good boy, I hereby grant your wish..."
and lo and behold, after that moment, I started playing the guitar like a pro...

What a nice story, right? I was often asked how I learned to play the guitar and I think of that magical story every time. I just like to think about it that way. Some would buy it especially kids in our neighborhood. But, most of the time... well, you know...

The real story was...

It was still one of those dark evenings.
Back in our small town, we usually experience power outages in the evening for about one to two hours.
That is why it was indeed dark. It would usually occur two to three times in a week.
Most of the households used pressurized paraffin lamps or what is commonly known as kerosene lamps to provide lighting.
As there are only few sources of light, bugs would usually flock unto it.
There were a lot of fireflies in our area way back then and I was very amazed on why they were blinking.
I really can't remember what date is was. All i know is that I was 6 years old that time.
I was sitting in a small chair in our porch right beside my dad who is lying down in the hammock playing with his guitar.
I was the youngest in the family and I was often called "daddy's boy"
Out of curiosity, I would ask a lot of questions about what he was doing.
And while he was playing some of his pieces, i would strum the strings with my little fingers and make a different rhythm.
Or sometimes, i would turn the tuning keys and the guitar would go out of tune.
I would even break the skinniest string sometimes.
I remembered one time i got hit when the string was broken and it flew very close to my left eye.
Yes, I was a great disturbance to my father but he never made me feel that way.
Instead, he would pick me up and allow me to play with his guitar.

One night, he asked me a question. "Van, do you want learn how to play the guitar?"
Without any delay, I nodded my innocent head and said "YES" with a smile on my face.
I thought it was another play time with my dad.
He immediately placed the guitar on my lap and held my cute little fingers.
We picked the open strings together and played the melody of a local nursery rhyme entitled "Manoy Manoy".
After playing few lines of the song, he clapped and praised me for the beautiful performance.
I really didn't know if it was good or he was just trying to make me feel good. I guess, it was the latter.
But that was the starting point. I became interested with the guitar right after that.
And he always gave me time to play the same melody over and over again until i was able memorize it and do it on my own.
Just a year after, I was able to play my very first piece with real chords.
And the rest was written in history...

Girls like guitarists

Do you think so too?

To clear out my thoughts I interviewed some of my girl friends regarding the matter.

Question: Do girls really like guitarists?

Jelian - "For me, It's more of admiration rather than attraction. I admire guitarists because, as far as I know, playing guitar is not that easy and being able to play one is kinda cool."

Aleen - "I guess so. I'm just amazed with how those guys do all the tricks with their fingers. Of course, it was thru their hardwork and discipline but not all guys out there are willing to give it their time. I appreciate them for their efforts."

Jane - "Uhm, I think so... But generally, a guy who knows how to play any musical instrument is cute."

Ivy - "Not exactly. As a girl, i prefer a drummer rather than a guitarist."

Nica - "I'm not really into musicians. I like dancers better."

As you can see, girls have their own personalities and preferences. So, in short, the clear answer would be "It doesn't apply to all".

As for me, I think girls like guys that have some sort of skill whether it'd be in music, carpentry, painting, cooking or even dancing, as opposed to someone who is very lazy and doesn't know anything. Of course, it would help a lot if your have something up your sleeve that you can use to become romantic or surprise your girl. But again, it only helps because it is still the personality that matters. A guitarist is often described as someone who is talented, versatile, disciplined, and confident and those are just some of the traits a girl would usually look for in her checklist.

Bottom line, you can never please everyone but it is always cool to know something especially if you become good at it. It is still more about you and what you turn out to be in the process.

I am a guirarist

But wait... What is a guitarist anyway?

From wikipedia:

A guitarist is synonymous to a guitar player and is a person who plays the guitar. A Guitarists may play a variety of guitar family instruments such as classical guitars, acoustic guitars, electric guitars, and bass guitars. Some guitarists accompany themselves on the guitar by singing or playing the harmonica

Well, if playing with the guitar is all that it takes to become a guitarist, then i guess i am fit to be called one. When I was a kid, i know a lot of ways how to play with almost anything (breaking them most of the time). hehehe...

But seriously...

What kind of guitar am i playing?

I started learning with an acoustic guitar. My father used to own a guitar store way back then selling different kinds of guitars. By the time I was 7 years old, our store was not operational anymore but my dad had a couple of acoustic guitar left at home. One was Gibson and its color was black and the other one was brown and I forget its brand. It was through those guitars that I learned some basic stuff. I did play a lot with those and as you might have guessed and I broke the brown one. The black guitar however was my Father's favorite but unfortunately it fell off when we were hit by an earthquake.

Other guitar experts would say that the nylon stringed classical guitar is easier to start with compared to a steel stringed acoustic guitar. But for me, It doesn't matter what type of guitar you start learning with as long as your comfortable with it.

I also got the chance to play classical, bass, and electric guitars. Each has its own different feel but I am more comfortable with an acoustic guitar.

What kind of music genre am i into?

I am fond of listening to jazz, bossa nova, and classical music for the reason that it was those kind of music that I grew up with. Also, I find those type of music very relaxing and amazing being able to use chords with altered notes and produce unique sounding (off-key) melody. I find it very artistic and challenging.

To end this post, here's a video of me performing a rough cover of Antonio Carlos Jobim's "Wave":

The good mood

It was already 5 in the afternoon and everyone was getting ready to go home.
I packed my things up and hurried out the door together with my office mates.
Everyone was wearing a smile after calling it a day and one by one they went on their way home.
Few more minutes passed and I realized I was the only one left outside of the office.

Am i waiting for someone? No, not at all.

I checked on my watch and remembered that it was already Friday.
No wonder why everyone's getting excited to go home.

But, why was I not feeling that way?

It was one of those times were I travel out of town to one of our branch offices and perform some corporate duties.
I was already there for 2 weeks and still counting.
I was staying in a hotel just a few blocks away from the office and I'm thinking of what to do when I get there.
Well, I already tried to do a lot of things just to get out of boredom.

For the most of us, having a chance to travel and stay at a new place is fun especially when you are with your friends. But, i guess, it doesn't apply when you are alone.

With nothing in my mind, I went off and grabbed a dinner in the nearby fast food chain.
I stayed there for a couple of hours sipping  my cold juice while trying to ease the loneliness i felt with the sight of busy people.

When I was on my way to the hotel, i happened to pass by this bistro.
A small poster on the door said - "Live acoustic band during Fridays"
"Oh! I love acoustic band!", I said to myself.
And out of curiosity and excitement, I entered the establishment.

The place had a good number of guests and the ambiance was great.
The acoustic band was already playing their first set when I got in.
And as I was listening to the music they were playing,
I found myself humming to the melodies of the songs I knew.

The guitarist was very expressive and it felt good just listening to the sound of his guitar.
It was very relaxing...
And out of nowhere, I began to remember a lot of different things whenever certain songs were played.

One of my favorite songs, "Terminal" by Rupert Holmes, was played that night.
My dad and I used to play that song too way back home when I was still in my teenage years.

After they played their last song, they received a good number of claps from the crowd.
I believe they highly deserved it.
It was only then that I noticed that the place was almost full.
I guess, there are also a lot of people who appreciate the simplicity and elegance of the acoustic music.
I had a great night and I went home with a smile on my face and still humming to the melody of the songs that were played..."La la la la, la la la la..."

Whenever I think of that time, i really admire the thought of how my mood was lightened up while listening to the sound of the guitar.
Truly, a guitar is a great instrument for expression and one's emotions can even blend with the music that it makes.