
Recently I’ve felt a big joy, like some kind of balloon suddenly inflated inside me. This happened because I have suddenly felt proud about a particular thing that recently happened! Let me tell you about it:
I was traveling with my wife and a few friends by car a few weeks ago and listening music while driving. My friend was driving the car, his car, that is, and in the CD player it was one of his CDs, so his music, not mine. A bunch of great rock chops so I started some kind of “recognize the song/artist” game that almost all the time I won since none of my friends or my wife are really passionate about music or something. However, I could not stop myself “explaining” them what makes the difference between Santana’s sound and licks compared to Satriani or Slash. I didn’t think it will make much of a difference but I couldn’t help it not to observe one thing or an other related to the music that was playing.
And now the reason that started me…These last days I had the surprise to hear my wife telling me, while listening some music in the car, indeed, Santana has a particular sound that I now instantly recognize!!! Damn! I looked at her with THAT look on my face! Indeed, one of the recent songs of Santana was playing on the radio, I didn’t know the song, my wife didn’t know it either, but SHE RECOGNIZED THE GUITAR!
I should tell you, if this doesn’t seem like a big break through to you, that my wife does not know too much about guitars(other than hearing me playing) and she has no interest in rock music! She couldn’t tell a band from an other one, unless the band is one of the highly promoted monsters of rock that really is different one way or the other (something like Queen, Guns, probably Metallica, etc).
So I really felt like winning a really big battle this time, since she managed to recognize THE GUITAR PLAYER out of a feature song, you know, the kind of songs Santana makes lately, in a different style, with different singers.
I guess I feel like a teacher that realized his students payed attention.
Man, how good it feels!


elena
July 8th, 2008 at 10:13 am
First of all, great blog! I’m really enjoying reading it =)
I know how that feels! My husband is not as passionate about music as I am as well. I can’t tell you how many times I start rambling on about a song or musician and he gets that glazed over look in his eye.
Every once in a while he will surprise me by quoting some fact that I have mentioned… and I am always shocked, but pleasantly surprised when it happens!
Cheers,
elena
Ovidiu
July 8th, 2008 at 10:19 am
Thank you, Elena! I am very happy to get positive feedback from people reading my blog!
Yes, there is frustrating sometimes when you realize your level of interest in music is not the same as the level of your partner, but each small victory like this one is a great step forward. Before meeting me, my wife’s contact with rock music it was a bit of Aerosmith, some Bon Jovi and that was just about it, as far as I know. Now I keep on telling her about one band or another, something must stay in her mind. I guess it is the same with your husband!
Bring him here on this blog, maybe he will enjoy it too 
Jon
July 8th, 2008 at 1:23 pm
You’re making more progress than me! I played my wife my recent Larry Carlton jam track solo, then made her listen to Guthrie Govan’s. She said they both sounded the same… Ah well I suppose it was meant as a compliment, but seriously! She also tried to wind me up today by calling Joe Satriani “Banjo Man”…
Ovidiu
July 8th, 2008 at 2:38 pm
Oho, but you are asking too much for Guthrie Govan and Larry Carlton! About Satriani…how did she come to naming him the banjo man?
Jon
July 9th, 2008 at 2:59 am
Oh I meant my playing versus Guthrie, there is a pretty huge difference there unfortunately! I think she thought it was funny calling him Banjo man little does she realise he plays Banjo on “The Feeling” and “The Phone Call” on Flying in a Blue Dream! so the jokes on her!
Ovidiu
July 9th, 2008 at 8:01 am
I thought she calls him the banjo man because of those banjo parts
Very interesting that out of all Satriani’s songs she remembered the banjo part 