two tunes at the same time--awesome!!c-CS
C-CS, Here is the recorded version
C-CS, PS, if you have the same stuff on the right sidebar as I do when I click that link I gave you, the top 3 at least are worth the time.
If you don't get the same stuff, I'd give this one a listen anyway.
gave them a 'listen' and smiled the entire time -- thank you :-) C-CS
C-CS, So much out there. 50 years worth. What a body of work. And he was becoming an elderly man when this one was made.
Chet was not only a great guitar player, but a very nice man, too.
Adrienne, I think everyone who knew him would say even more of a person than a guitar player.
"I can't think of anyone who had an effect on a greater number of people,"I can.The calendar starts on the year of His birth.
Well, Geeezix Ed. I was talking mere mortals! :-)
Ed, PS, many would claim Chet wasn't a mere mortal, but certainly no candle to the Boy King regardless.
He is a joy to listen to, they have that much in common :)
The power of music to transform lives –– and entire cultures –– is either unknown or ignored by the majority. However, –– whether you believe it or not ––, what we surround ourselves with be it Music, Interior Decor, TV, the Internet, Movies, Stage shows, or SmartPhones, what we wear what we eat, who we date, what we talk about with our friends, what we do with our free time, etc. molds our character as individuals and shapes our destiny. Not of us lives in a vacuum, therefore it's important for us to choose the way we occupy our time wisely. Chet certainly was a good influence on a whole generation of fellow musicians. I recognize that, even though I have to say I much prefer the profound influences great figures like Bach, Handel, Haydn, Mozart and Beethoven, et al. Few of us realize it, but without the great classical composers, Chet Atkins and Tommy .Emmanuel could not possibly have been what they are. To a large extent all significant musicians learned from each other, built on each other's work, and stood on each other's shoulders (metaphorically) in the constant search for "new sounds" for want of a better term.As I said at the beginning, we rarely recognize what influences us most profoundly.Learning how to differentiate between the good, the bad and the mediocre is important, but few get that far, because our culture does not give music a high priority.
FT, Yes, so much is reliant on the past and present. Few of us are creative. We are inspired by those who are. They call Chet country guitar but he as nothing in common with modern country and said modern country destroyed country music.His earliest albums have a very eclectic makeup including classical. Fingerstyle Guitar for example. 1950 something.
Great guy. Inspirational, talented, good, .....
Z, I remember being at an outing our company had in Tempe Az while we were working on an RJ Reyonlds software project. One of the guys from RJR, as we stood around a fire in the desert having a beer, asked me if I had any heroes. I hadn't really thought about it to that point but fairly quickly answered Chet Atkins. He said Good hero to have. Chet honestly was selfless. Excellence was always his goal and he was never satisfied with his performance. Hard to do better than that regardless what you're doing. He inspired millions around the world.
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I know that FT.
What an inspirational credo for all of life's endeavors. He was way more than just an excellent guitar player.
Yes he was Cube. He had no enemies that's for sure.
~• A Visit with Pa Grouch •~ 'Twas two days before ChristmasAnd Papa Grouch hereMade a pact with the DevilTo stay home this year. The cupboard was bareAnd the table uncladBecause of this grumpySelf-centered old Dad, Who'd decided it allWas too much of a strainThat denuded his walletAnd caused him great pain.Mama was despondentThe babe on her lapDid nothing but howlAnd spit up its pap.The children were mopeyTheir eyes sullen slitsThey thought Papa'd gone madAnd had lost all his wits When on the front lawnThere arose a great clatterThe neighbors had comeTo see what was the matter With no wreath on the doorOr lights on the eavesThey thought Papa'd grown poorOr been looted by thieves So up to the housetopWith garlands they climbedStringing green'ry and lightsTill they got all begrimed The ladies walked inWith caskets of foodThen set up a treeWhile the children they wooedWith carols in harmonySung at the doorWith lighted red candlesThat dripped on the floor.Then in marched Tom Turkey,Who went straight to the oven,Saying, "Pluck me and stuff me,I'm dyin' for lovin.'" He made not a squawkWhile they chopped off his headPlucked out all his feathersAnd stuffed him with bread And onions and applesAnd sausage and sageAnd quite enough butterTo pay a week's wage.The cranberry moldLike a rubicund bellyShook and shimmered itselfLike a gem made of jelly.The scent of cinnamonGinger and pineAlong with the turkeySmelled simply divineA baker on crutchesWho only could hobbleSaid, "Soon that old birdWill be ready to gobble." The men midst cold ashesPlaced branches for YuleTheir crackling splendorA marvelous tool For cheering and warmingPa Grouch with his pain,Who was soon moved to say,"I've no right to complain."With neighbors like you,I feel it's a shameI ever indulgedA desire to maim"The Spirit of Joy,Good Will, and Good Cheer.I promise you allI'll be nicer –– NEXT YEAR." Then placing his thumbAt the tip of his noseHe waved them Good NightAnd to bed up he rose.But I heard him exclaim,As he moved past our sight,"Don't let the door hit your butt,When you leave. Now GOOD NIGHT!" ~ FreeThinke Have Yourself a JOCULAR Christmas!