Planktons - What The Hell Am I Listening To?

Plankton · 05-15-2020, 08:52 AM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qHa5ZQIMAzQ

Plankton · 06-18-2020, 09:59 AM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-UxgHWDIoNM

Plankton · 12-02-2020, 07:16 AM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sU5YG5Fdizg

The guitars!

Quote:

It is very rare for a master luthier to build a complete ensemble of instruments that are intended to be used together. The "Four Seasons" quartet of guitars by John Monteleone was conceived as just such an ensemble—each instrument, built with its own individual voice, functions well as a solo guitar as well as part of the group. The sound of each guitar is given its respective voice by the selection of woods, the way in which it was carved by Monteleone, the shape and size of the body, and the configuration and placement of the soundholes.

https://www.metmuseum.org/art/online...PCL2spZoZehK10

Plankton · 12-31-2020, 09:08 AM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stBOhNxLrbM

Plankton · 01-20-2021, 10:26 AM

Here's a fantastic flamenco player from another forum:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMtCck_m7Js

Plankton · 01-23-2021, 08:13 AM

Flamenco-A-Go-Go is a favorite album of mine and this tune was only featured on the import version. My first time hearing it today:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghEyw2iovmQ

Plankton · 01-30-2021, 01:46 PM

Remembering my friend:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzIdxfnytq8

https://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=6895690

https://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=6903765

https://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=6903724

Jam on brother.

Plankton · 02-01-2021, 02:49 PM

Remembering Lloyd, Part 1:

It was around the turn of the century and Lloyd had a big problem. It was a land problem. The ******* (his words) who had purchased the lot next door had built up the soil so much that it turned his large back yard into a small pond. Lloyd pondered this for a few weeks, and finally came up with a plan. Being that he was in the heavy equipment union Local 150 and just happened to know quite a few people with dump trucks, he bought 75 loads of dirt and made a small mountain that divided his property and the new ******* neighbors. I happened to learn about this one day when I went over to jam and he was in a small Bobcat, pushing the dirt as close to the *******s property as he could, all while yelling expletives and laughing hysterically. Truck after truck rolled in and the mountain got bigger and bigger, and he actually made a small indentation at the top of it and created a small waterfall that would trickle down into the *******s property, which all but destroyed the foundations they were pouring for some multi-family ranch style townhomes that were about to be built. This huge mound of dirt would later be dubbed "Mt. Lloyd" and would live on in the folklore of our small little community of friends. The ******* who owned the other property had to get the village involved, but there was nothing they could do since his plot sat on unincorporated land and was grandfathered into quite a few clauses and bylaws. ******* had to spend quite a few thousand more to "Properly" redirect the drainage and Lloyd never once heard from him again. It was a beautiful sight to behold my friends. A beautiful sight.

Plankton · 02-02-2021, 02:41 PM

Remembering Lloyd, Part 2:

Lloyd and me had been doing a small coffee shop and bar tour in the 90's and were regulars at one local shop where we played with our 2-Man band. We were good friends with the owner and her husband, who would also do magic shows and is still to this day a fixture and legend in the surrounding area. One day Lloyd informed me that we had a new gig out east at a local dive bar and he wanted to try out some new places since the locals had had quite a bit of us for the last few months. He said we'd probably make 50 bucks or so and I had no problem with that. I would have played in a garbage dump for free, I just loved to play. So, we packed up our stuff and headed out to the seedy side of the south side of Chicago. We arrived and went in through the back door with our stuff, and the first thing I noticed besides the smell, was that there were only 2-3 people there including the bar tender/owner. This was on a Saturday evening, right around 5 or 6pm so I figured the place wouldn't come alive for another few hours. We set up, started our set and got a few tunes in playing for the bar flies that were hardly awake enough to notice we were even there. Suddenly, the door swung open and this huge biker dude came storming in and quickly ordered a beer like he was late for something. He was undoubtedly in hurry for some reason. He glanced over at us and then did a double take and shouted "Lloyd!". Apparently, this was some sort of acquaintance of my friend. We took a break and Lloyd introduced me and they got a little caught up on things quickly, then biker dude told us he'd be back in a little while with some friends. What was transpiring out the bar door and down the block was a funeral for a lost brother. A Biker Funeral. If you've ever witnessed one of these, you can understand the enormity of the crowd that was about to descend upon us. The bar was packed to the point of having absolutely no stage left to move around on, and with this erasing of the line between performers and audience, it was a total free-for-all. I gave up my guitar to someone who I had no idea who they were but they said they could play. Lloyd did the same. We somehow got them back at one point and were being requested quite a few tunes that we had to improvise and gloss over, but I'll tell you that crowd didn't give a ****. They just wanted some noise and we were more than happy to oblige. Lloyd and me walked out of their with a few hundred a piece. I've played in quite a few bands, and have had some great nights, but that one night is burned into my memory as one of the most boisterously music filled adventures I have ever been on. It was all thanks to my friend.

ribbons · 02-02-2021, 03:36 PM

Thanks for sharing your remembrances of Lloyd here, Plank. He seems like such a colorful guy and I hope you can take comfort in recalling all the good times you shared. Some people are just determined - much more determined than most people - to be completely themselves. Lloyd seems to have been that type of person.

Praying for peace and comfort to you, Hanna and Lloyd's family.

05-15-2020, 08:52 AM	#91 (permalink)
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06-18-2020, 09:59 AM	#92 (permalink)
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01-20-2021, 10:26 AM	#95 (permalink)
Plankton Just Keep Swimming... Join Date: Apr 2012 Location: See signature... Posts: 7,765	Here's a fantastic flamenco player from another forum: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMtCck_m7Js __________________ See location...

01-23-2021, 08:13 AM	#96 (permalink)
Plankton Just Keep Swimming... Join Date: Apr 2012 Location: See signature... Posts: 7,765	Flamenco-A-Go-Go is a favorite album of mine and this tune was only featured on the import version. My first time hearing it today: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghEyw2iovmQ __________________ See location...

01-30-2021, 01:46 PM	#97 (permalink)
Plankton Just Keep Swimming... Join Date: Apr 2012 Location: See signature... Posts: 7,765	Remembering my friend: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzIdxfnytq8 https://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=6895690 https://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=6903765 https://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=6903724 Jam on brother. __________________ See location...

02-01-2021, 02:49 PM	#98 (permalink)
Plankton Just Keep Swimming... Join Date: Apr 2012 Location: See signature... Posts: 7,765	Remembering Lloyd, Part 1: It was around the turn of the century and Lloyd had a big problem. It was a land problem. The ***** (his words) who had purchased the lot next door had built up the soil so much that it turned his large back yard into a small pond. Lloyd pondered this for a few weeks, and finally came up with a plan. Being that he was in the heavy equipment union Local 150 and just happened to know quite a few people with dump trucks, he bought 75 loads of dirt and made a small mountain that divided his property and the new *** neighbors. I happened to learn about this one day when I went over to jam and he was in a small Bobcat, pushing the dirt as close to the ***s property as he could, all while yelling expletives and laughing hysterically. Truck after truck rolled in and the mountain got bigger and bigger, and he actually made a small indentation at the top of it and created a small waterfall that would trickle down into the ***s property, which all but destroyed the foundations they were pouring for some multi-family ranch style townhomes that were about to be built. This huge mound of dirt would later be dubbed "Mt. Lloyd" and would live on in the folklore of our small little community of friends. The *** who owned the other property had to get the village involved, but there was nothing they could do since his plot sat on unincorporated land and was grandfathered into quite a few clauses and bylaws. ***** had to spend quite a few thousand more to "Properly" redirect the drainage and Lloyd never once heard from him again. It was a beautiful sight to behold my friends. A beautiful sight. __________________ See location...

02-02-2021, 02:41 PM	#99 (permalink)
Plankton Just Keep Swimming... Join Date: Apr 2012 Location: See signature... Posts: 7,765	Remembering Lloyd, Part 2: Lloyd and me had been doing a small coffee shop and bar tour in the 90's and were regulars at one local shop where we played with our 2-Man band. We were good friends with the owner and her husband, who would also do magic shows and is still to this day a fixture and legend in the surrounding area. One day Lloyd informed me that we had a new gig out east at a local dive bar and he wanted to try out some new places since the locals had had quite a bit of us for the last few months. He said we'd probably make 50 bucks or so and I had no problem with that. I would have played in a garbage dump for free, I just loved to play. So, we packed up our stuff and headed out to the seedy side of the south side of Chicago. We arrived and went in through the back door with our stuff, and the first thing I noticed besides the smell, was that there were only 2-3 people there including the bar tender/owner. This was on a Saturday evening, right around 5 or 6pm so I figured the place wouldn't come alive for another few hours. We set up, started our set and got a few tunes in playing for the bar flies that were hardly awake enough to notice we were even there. Suddenly, the door swung open and this huge biker dude came storming in and quickly ordered a beer like he was late for something. He was undoubtedly in hurry for some reason. He glanced over at us and then did a double take and shouted "Lloyd!". Apparently, this was some sort of acquaintance of my friend. We took a break and Lloyd introduced me and they got a little caught up on things quickly, then biker dude told us he'd be back in a little while with some friends. What was transpiring out the bar door and down the block was a funeral for a lost brother. A Biker Funeral. If you've ever witnessed one of these, you can understand the enormity of the crowd that was about to descend upon us. The bar was packed to the point of having absolutely no stage left to move around on, and with this erasing of the line between performers and audience, it was a total free-for-all. I gave up my guitar to someone who I had no idea who they were but they said they could play. Lloyd did the same. We somehow got them back at one point and were being requested quite a few tunes that we had to improvise and gloss over, but I'll tell you that crowd didn't give a ****. They just wanted some noise and we were more than happy to oblige. Lloyd and me walked out of their with a few hundred a piece. I've played in quite a few bands, and have had some great nights, but that one night is burned into my memory as one of the most boisterously music filled adventures I have ever been on. It was all thanks to my friend. __________________ See location...

02-02-2021, 03:36 PM	#100 (permalink)
ribbons Music Addict Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 1,265	Thanks for sharing your remembrances of Lloyd here, Plank. He seems like such a colorful guy and I hope you can take comfort in recalling all the good times you shared. Some people are just determined - much more determined than most people - to be completely themselves. Lloyd seems to have been that type of person. Praying for peace and comfort to you, Hanna and Lloyd's family.