Dogs, dogs, dogs. I’m more of a dog person than I am a cat person. It’s not that I don’t like cats. Actually I don’t have any pets. I’m sure I’ve written about this before, but I realize that having a pet requires a lot of time. Especially a dog. Dogs require a lot of attention. At some point I will likely have a pet, but now is not the time.
On my trek out of town I met up with some friends in Vegas. I have lots of friends in Vegas and many will allow me to crash at their house with no issues. The friend I crashed with last night now has an ex girlfriend living with him (they’re good friends now) and both of their dogs. All of whom I know. Dogs are funny creatures sometimes. I suppose if a person is good natured upon entering their domain, the dog will extremely excited and jump all over the person.
Such is the case with me. I don’t know what it is about 6’4″ tall human, but it somehow means to dogs to jump up on me or get on the highest object near me to get near my face. Thus last night I had two dogs clamoring for my attention. One big enough to stand up several feet tall and then lay paws on my person and dig right into my side. Oooh, the fun of being scratched by big heavy dog claws. What is it Borat was taught to say? Oh yeah… NOT!
Of course if a dog decides they want to stand up on hind legs to me to get up on me, I will take hold of the paws like they’re wanting to dance. Then I will lead them around like I’m doing a waltz or something. At first, most dogs don’t mind. In fact they’ll take a few steps, but then shortly thereafter they’ll pull back on their front legs and attempt to put my hand in their mouth. At which point I’ll let go and they drop back down. Two or three times of the little dance maneuver and dogs tend to stop climbing up on me.
It’s like they think I’m some sort of fence or something. A post to get over. I don’t know. That’s what leads me to today’s choice. Straight off of a rather bluesy CD done by Scott Henderson. Scott is a smokin’ guitar player. Really knows his theory and his technique. Capable of playing about anything and really shredding when he does it too.
Scott is a tad strange, but then that’s to be expected by guitar virtuosos. Right? Most of the guitar god’s I’ve met are a little off kilter. Probably have to be in order to spend so much time learning to play and instrument so well. Who am I kidding?!? I’m just a weird at times. While not a guitar god (depending on who you ask) I am more of a chord chemist. Which is what I’d call Scott. Because he knows his theory, he can do crazy things with chords and melodies. That doesn’t always bode well for a commercial venture, but it does mean he can play.
The first time I heard Scott plays some laid back blues stuff it was amazing. Scott can really make the pentatonic scales sing. Because of all that theory, he’s able to bend some rules around him. That’s a very cool place to be in one’s playing ability.
What more dog oriented treats? Grab Scott’s full CD called Dog Party. You won’t be let down. I swear. Oh, and if you’re a fan of the blog and wish to digg, facebook, or share it around, pick an icon below and pass it along, the more the merrier.