Week 1: Rodrigo y Gabriela

No baby Anaconda yet, so here’s my introductory Thursday blog. But first, low bites to all my fellow snakesters out there. This one goes out to Dick Viper (miss you buddy).
My goal for this blog is, first, to keep it short. I’m sure you got better things to do on a Thursday than sit on a computer reading blogs (after all KoL doesn’t play itself). Second, I’m going to keep it simple ‘cause I don’t want to work that hard and neither do you. And finally, I’m also going to try to give you something to talk about over the weekend and maybe you’ll make a friend. I have lots of friends.
So for this Thursday view one Rodrigo y Gabriela video. Four hands, two nylon string guitars.* No bios, critiques, etc. You can find that on your own; I’m sure you know how. This is a nice intro video that showcases both Rodrigo’s nice lead work, and Gabriela’s insane rhythm work. After you watch it you can go start your weekend.

If you’ve continued reading after watching the video, then you are an idiot and deserve more of my writing. Or maybe you think I have the secret to Rodrigo y Gabriela’s style. Well, I do, and here it is, in one short how-to video in English! Look out Esteban. And here’s Gabriela on the spotlight, John Bonham’s got nothing on her (except the drum kit). And here’s, Diablo Rojo, a great concert closer and one of my favorites. Rodrigo y Gabriela played about a month ago in Durham NC at Duke University. Since then they’ve been on Drew Carey’s boss’ late night show, so I guess they’ve made the big time. But Rodrigo y Gabriela made themselves on the streets of Dublin, so be on the look out, you might find them busking in your town, throw them a coin.
Well, I hope you now feel part of a little known secret that most Gringos (and many Miami Cubans, too) have missed. Rodrigo y Gabriela are undeniable evidence that you don’t need huge amps, electric guitars, 64-piece drum kits, and screaming high pitched vocals to rock like you sold your soul to the devil. What you do need is to actually sell your soul to the devil. However, remember that just because you sell your soul to the devil doesn’t guarantee you are going to rock like you sold your soul to the devil (witness Kajagoogoo – though saying their name does make me feel like I rock, every time, try it). But go ahead and sell your soul to the devil anyways, it’s the only way you’ll find out if you are the second coming of Jesus or not. I’m not.
Oh, and also, Donovan is better than Dylan.
*This blog will be biased towards nylon string guitars, so if you suck, do it on a nylon string guitar, send me a record and I’ll try to turn your suckiness into some sort of achievement.