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This small island has produced more than its share of extremely talented guitarists.
Known and unknown.
From Peter Cape who produced a mean rhythm to accompany his ballads and folksongs to vastly talented ace session player Doug Jerebine who vanished into the vast unknown of eastern mysticism in the late 60's.
Lucky Ngaturere who taught the kids to play in the Wairarapa was blessed with much mana and respect in the community.
The best guitar player I ever heard who never waxed it was Hugh Poland.
IN the early 70's a group of musicians came together in the West Coast town of Blackball.
None of them could play when they met and the genius who made it happen was Hugh.
In six months he taught himself his theory of music and used it to fashion genius arrangements for any song in the book.
amazing.
And he played the guitar.
The band was called the Blackball shufflers.
Archie 2nnd guitar
lindsay bass
Wrong way Costigan on harp.
and they began to wail.
But is was Hugh who cut through the wail with an ibanez repro les paul through a TS9 Tubescreamer and fender 50watt plastic amp.
He had the full palette and drive.
The Music was eclectic.
first bluegrass standards to get the chops up.
cripple creek
boil them cabbage down
bob dylan semi rockers
all along the watchtower
knocking on heavens door
santana
black magic woman
evil ways
magic
a rock bracket
a country bracket
a jazz bracket
whichever the crowd but by the end the joint was rocking and the chicks were shaking it.
oh yeah.
Soon enough the boys quit for larger horizons and they all made good fists of it.
The second generation came through with Hugh putting his effort into creating another outfit which he did succeed.
I don't remember the all the guys in that band but they rocked too.
Jeffrey the drummer was a mick fleetwood.
all arms and legs and amazing to watch in fast triplet passages.
hehehehe
he wanted to be a guitarist and he got his wish.
Great repertoire.
remnants from the last bunch that Hugh liked to play and new ones again drawn from an eclectic assortment of new wave and George Thorogood and anything with a beat in between including Lou reed and Neil.
crowd faves were eddie and the hotrods why don't you ask them and hurricane by neil.
Hugh was in love and dying when he wrote this arrangement out for the luncheads but he beat them into shape and it all came out.
hey hey my my.
A full chordal arrangement with an arpeggiated bass line and a nifty rip through the chords in the chorus while Hugh went into over drives doing a Neil.
You never heard nothing like that before.
or since.
Farewell my friend.
Say hello to Jimi and Mike
Known and unknown.
From Peter Cape who produced a mean rhythm to accompany his ballads and folksongs to vastly talented ace session player Doug Jerebine who vanished into the vast unknown of eastern mysticism in the late 60's.
Lucky Ngaturere who taught the kids to play in the Wairarapa was blessed with much mana and respect in the community.
The best guitar player I ever heard who never waxed it was Hugh Poland.
IN the early 70's a group of musicians came together in the West Coast town of Blackball.
None of them could play when they met and the genius who made it happen was Hugh.
In six months he taught himself his theory of music and used it to fashion genius arrangements for any song in the book.
amazing.
And he played the guitar.
The band was called the Blackball shufflers.
Archie 2nnd guitar
lindsay bass
Wrong way Costigan on harp.
and they began to wail.
But is was Hugh who cut through the wail with an ibanez repro les paul through a TS9 Tubescreamer and fender 50watt plastic amp.
He had the full palette and drive.
The Music was eclectic.
first bluegrass standards to get the chops up.
cripple creek
boil them cabbage down
bob dylan semi rockers
all along the watchtower
knocking on heavens door
santana
black magic woman
evil ways
magic
a rock bracket
a country bracket
a jazz bracket
whichever the crowd but by the end the joint was rocking and the chicks were shaking it.
oh yeah.
Soon enough the boys quit for larger horizons and they all made good fists of it.
The second generation came through with Hugh putting his effort into creating another outfit which he did succeed.
I don't remember the all the guys in that band but they rocked too.
Jeffrey the drummer was a mick fleetwood.
all arms and legs and amazing to watch in fast triplet passages.
hehehehe
he wanted to be a guitarist and he got his wish.
Great repertoire.
remnants from the last bunch that Hugh liked to play and new ones again drawn from an eclectic assortment of new wave and George Thorogood and anything with a beat in between including Lou reed and Neil.
crowd faves were eddie and the hotrods why don't you ask them and hurricane by neil.
Hugh was in love and dying when he wrote this arrangement out for the luncheads but he beat them into shape and it all came out.
hey hey my my.
A full chordal arrangement with an arpeggiated bass line and a nifty rip through the chords in the chorus while Hugh went into over drives doing a Neil.
You never heard nothing like that before.
or since.
Farewell my friend.
Say hello to Jimi and Mike
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