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Youthful enthusiam: the Tuttle kids play the Beaumont Rag on mandolin & guitar. Holy crap. This would be good even if they weren't little kids.
(Click here for more of their videos.)
Unusual guitar playing, part 1.
An old favorite: Stanley Jordan. Karen hates jazz. The only time Karen can listen to anything resembling jazz is if Stanley Jordan is playing it. This is more bluesy anyway (Willow Weep for Me). Warning, this one is a little longish.
Unusual guitar playing, part 2.
Something new (for me): Andy McKee. He's his own rhythm section.
Lightning banjo: Just ignore the schmaltzy intro (Oh hi, I'm completely surprised that there's a camera on me!) - the song (El Cumbanchero) is great. (Todd Taylor, also a bit longish.)
Deb, are you that fast yet? ;)
This one is for Sabine, since she's learning the Ukulele (Jake Shimabukuro):
Oh my. Makes me wish I'd kept up lessons. Maybe someone will give me a Bill Asher Lap Steel guitar for Christmas (Ben Harper series, please Santa).
Video link here if you can't see it. Isn't that a beautiful sound?
If you don't know me in real life, you may not be aware that I'm famous for acquiring musical instruments that I never quite learn how to play.
Piano - well that was my parents', so possibly that doesn't count. I took lessons for 2 years or so when I was a kid. I could probably still play Chopsticks.*
Classical guitar - check. I still remember many chords, including my favorite, Em7!
Electric guitar - check.**
Violin - check. Never even got my grandfather's old one fixed; I quit while I was ahead and gave it to my cousin, who does know how to play.
Dulcimer - I can play Amazing Grace and Go Tell Aunt Rhody (probably not without mistakes).
So... I could probably not learn to play lap steel without actually owning it.
Ok, one more. Because I know Maktaaq can't get enough of YouTube.
South African Teaspoon slide guitar man, Hannes Coetzee:
* I blame this all on my little brother and sister, who yelled, "Shut up! We're trying to watch TV!" every time I tried to practice.
** I blame this failure on the guy changing his mind at the last minute, and not selling me his Les Paul. I ended up with a pawn shop imitation that really wasn't that bad, but every time I played it I could only think, "This is not my beautiful Les Paul."