(Me playing John Petrucci’s live 7 string; with John and Corey B. Photo by Jordan Rudess)
John Petrucci and Matt Heafy guitar lesson episode 1: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEexr-OCbvk
John Petrucci and Matt Heafy guitar lesson episode 2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yg0xAJzpeKw
John Petrucci and Matt Heafy guitar lesson episode 3: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RgzVutGffSo
John Petrucci and Matt Heafy guitar lesson episode 4: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HG4CdqO9Uvg
I Love New York City… Oh Yeah… New York City (part II)
I play hard, because I work hard. It ain’t all hours of gorging and drankin’ and feasting all the time… but that’s the stuff that I work towards. We woke up after our night of extravagance and headed to Josh Wilbur’s studio in New York. That’s where we’d be attempting some new clean vocal parts over the pre-existing “In Waves.”
We caught up with Josh at his really-rad old-building turned renovated-studio space where he played us some of the new Lamb Of God well before it’s release. Goddamn is that stuff good. Continue reading
I Love New York City… Oh Yeah… New York City (part I)
I’ve mentioned before how my memory is pretty bad. It’s odd – at times I can’t remember bits of my life; on any given day – I usually don’t know what time/date/month/year it is. I forget my age, I forget things I’ve said, I forget who I’ve met (this one usually bums people out and creates an awkward Curb Your Enthusiasm-theme-song-queued moment).
We played.. somewhere… before the NYC show on the Dream Theater tour. It was either in Jersey or Pennsylvania. In a neighborhood-esque town in an all seated Theater-hall. The show was alright – the crowd took a ton of effort to get em into it. Me and Paolo were to be picked up by car immediately after the set to drive into Manhattan, grab a bite with Monte (our A and R at Roadrunner and serious-foodie friend of mine) and Darren (our co-manager at 5B management who is also a serious foodie-buddy of mine).
We did the show, piled into a car, got into the city – and checked into the Ace hotel.
The Ace hotel is the definition of cool. When one merely walks into the lobby – that person will be immediately swept with a sense of: “Oh shit. I am underdressed and far less-cool than everyone in here.” At any given time of day or night at Ace, it’s the trendiest of trendy kids – dressed in the most current of cool trend-style, either drinking cocktails or working on something on their Macs. I am not exaggerating or criticizing – I wish I looked that cool all the time. Those kids are hip. Continue reading