We all know that developing the skills necessary to evolve as a more proficient player really takes a somewhat manic-obsessive approach

We all know that developing the skills necessary to evolve as a more proficient player really takes a somewhat manic-obsessive approach. I have never discovered a short cut or a “Super Chops” magic pill, and you probably haven’t either. If you have, please let me know. We all experience peaks and valleys with our playing, and within our own personal progress. There are times when you actually feel like a pretty bad motor scooter, and other times you think your chops are old and tired. This is a perfectly normal evolution for many of us.

What isn’t perfectly normal is to not realize that nothing comes easily.
When it comes to discovering better tone and improved chops, it literally is, “no pain, no gain!” Talk about the epitome of “blisters on your fingers,” for at the end of the day, improving your chops takes practice. Practice requires discipline and commitment, something that our new Premier Clinic, powered by TrueFire, encourages you to do. Along with our good friends from truefire.com, the premiere of the Premier Clinic will hopefully motivate and inspire you to take your playing to an entirely new level.

With this month’s Premier Clinic section, we challenge you to attend chop school. This section will provide you with the latest in interactive instruction, offering up a diverse portfolio of chopgasms.
Check it out and put some blisters back on those fingers, for after all … no pain, no gain!

As Premier Guitar carves a notch in the guitar hall of fame at the 30th annual Dallas International Guitar Festival, our good friends at the Peavey Custom Shop present you with a chance to win your own personal piece of guitar history. Peavey Custom Shop and Premier Guitar, along with the Dallas International Guitar Festival, unveil history with the 30th Anniversary commemorative guitar. Talk about a “one off” guitar – this Peavey HP Special custom shop guitar represents the ultimate celebration of art, beauty and tone, as well as a fitting tribute to the world’s largest and oldest guitar show. Check out the story behind the story on the building of this incredible instrument in this month’s issue and as always, online 24/7 at premierguitar.com.

Premierguitar.com is your tone portal. Find it, buy it and sell it on Gear Search. Access the cover-to-cover e-publication. Download articles, product reviews and lessons, and check out our latest podcasts. And finally, it is coming – Premier Guitar Shows! Premier Guitar shows will visit Boston, September 14-16; Chicago, October 5-7; Washington DC, November 16-18; and New Jersey, December 7-9. This and much more is on the way from Premier Guitar Shows. Now that I am finished with my shameless self-promotion, in closing this is Trent Salter saying, “hey kid, quit cutting through my yard!”

Tone up and throw down! Nuff sed.

Equipped with noise reduction and noise gate modes, the Integrated Gate has a signal monitoring function that constantly monitors the input signal.

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A blind horse wouldn’t be impressed, but this beautiful, double-horned instrument with one-of-a-kind engravings helped make luthier Tony Zemaitis famous.

Though they never reached the commercial success of some of their peers, the Faces have no doubt earned a place as one of the seminal rock ’n’ roll bands of the late ’60s and early ’70s. Combining influences as varied as instrumental funk à la the Meters, traditional folk music, and a heavy dose of rhythm and blues, the Faces brand of rock ’n’ roll can be heard in some way or another in the music of countless bands that followed. After the Faces folded in 1975, all five members went on to continue making great music, but their chemistry together was undeniable.

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Oh no—it finally happened! Now the big question: How long before my verve for guitar recovers from Covid?

This past Sunday I awoke to a very un-Sunday sensation. Hovering on the edge of consciousness, as yet still incapable of contemplating what Sunday mornings are for (lounging in bed till coffee’s made and lunch plans are set, of course!), I was suddenly struck by a godawful stench. As one does, I wrinkled up my nose, lifted my head to look around in disgust, and took a couple more sniffs to see if … I don’t know—maybe I’d dreamt it? Or woke up incontinent? Then I tasted the putrescence. Then … nothing.


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