I wasn’t quite happy with my old cover of this song, partly due to my EQ-settings, partly due to my playing. So this time I was stubbornly determined to make it perfect, and to be honest, I had to re-play Friedman’s solos LOTS of times, across several days, and that’s why it took me five days to upload this cover. I think this should do it, it’s not like Friedman himself but I got the notes and almost the expression right. This is arguably Megadeth’s best song. This is actually the song that once got me into Megadeth, and the masterminds of Mustaine and Friedman are definitely shining in this one. Recorded from December 30 of 2009 to January 3 of 2010 using a Pentax Optio M30 regular digital camera, audio recorded with an iAudio 7. Edited using Magix Music Maker 10 Deluxe and streamed as a 640×480 resolution Windows Media Video with 25 fps. Guitar: Jackson Warrior WRMG (with EMG 81/85) Amplifier: Peavey 6505+ and an Ashdown Peacemaker 412A cabinet with Celestion G12E-50 speakers. Settings: Lead channel: Pre: 7.25 Low: 3 Mid: 3 High: 9 Post: 1 Resonance: 1.5 Presence: 8.5 Strings: GHS TNT Pick: Dunlop Jazz III If you rate it, please motivate and write a comment too. Thanks for watching! You can also see the old cover from October 2008 here: www.youtube.com The powertab I used can be found here: www.abysslord.com You can download Power Tab Editor here (freeware): download.cnet.com
What are your favourite quotes, sayings and poems about our endeared furry feline folk? It can be anything – bed time stories, quotes, poems, odes, sayings…..Mine has been the Owl and The Pussy Cat poem by Edward Lear since childhood (it’s kind of an Alice In Wonderland poem..weird but different) –
The Owl and the Pussiecat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussie! O Pussie, my love,
What a beautiful Pussie you are, you are, you are,
What a beautiful Pussie you are.”
Pussie said to the Owl “You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing.
O let us be married, too long we have tarried;
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?”
Said the Piggy, “I will”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon.
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand.
They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.