Dinsdale wrote:Van...you still don't know what the fuck you're talking about. You've obviously also never heard JGB.
But, it's interesting to note your attitude. "I'm faster than Jerry."
In your wet dreams.
No, it's true, but it don't mean shit. Jerry's not particularly quick. Never wanted to be, never tried to be, never needed to be.
More power to him. He was a musician, not a circus act.
I grew up on different shit, and I got sucked into the whole L.A./G.I.T. thing during the 80s, where every L.A. guitar player suddenly had to try to be DiMeola or Yngwie.
Stupid. I was always much more comfortable playing blues. Along the way though, yeah, I ended up getting faster than Jerry, which ain't saying much anyway.
Like I already said though (which you conveniently glossed over), I never was and never will be even remotely as good as Jerry. I'm fast, yeah, but I'm not an idiot. I know how good he is, and I know how good I'm not.
He's forgotten more than I'll ever know.
How old are you, anyway? 40-something. Well, props for still failing to realize what some of us did around the time of puberty -- that just because you can play fast, it doesn't necessarily mean you should play fast.
Read more, brainlessly emote less.
I already acknowledged that fact. I already said Jerry was way better, and that there's nothing to speed, in and of itself.
That being said, no, we've all heard enough JG to know that no, he couldn't just waltz in and instantly be equally comfortably trying to hang with Allan Holdsworth's stuff or DiMeola's or especially Vai's.
No chance in hell. He couldn't do it at all, much less do it with the comfort level he feels when he plays Grateful Dead music. He never focused his discipline in those disparate genres and unless someone's done so their whole life they couldn't even begin to do ANY of those genres very well, much less all of them.
Shit, you think even a guy as technically awesome as Paco DeLucia or Al DiMeola could suddenly and comfortably play Vai's crazy ass shit?
Of course they couldn't. They'd stumble around all over the place and they'd be uncomfortable as hell trying to be that wild with their phrasing.
It's quite simple, Dins. You way overshot the mark with your big mouth, again. I called you on it and rubbed your nose in it, again. You don't have the balls to man up and admit your error, again.
The best you can manage is a back handed white flag over your completely ridiculous Yngwie assertion. Where your asinine JG assertions are concerned though, nope, you've dug your heels into sand which you simply cannot defend.
It must be a Monday.
You're still a fucking faggot-btw.
You're still wishing you could at least once not get ruined by me in these things-btw
For all your bluster, Dins, for all your rampant onanism, I own you. Lock, stock and barrel, every time. I own you. Too much focus on style on your part...not enough substance. Your shtick works well when you're engaged in grey area insult fights. You're funny and you're creative. Those are your strengths. When it gets down to using language to construct tenable arguments that are well thought out and defensible, nope, you're too in love with your Style Shtick and too lazy to make sure you're correct on substance and verbiage before you dive into the deep end.
Sloppy. It's the hallmark of arrogance, and your arrogance defeats you every time.
Owned.
(At least you have great taste in music.)