Does this ever happen happen to YOU:
Your tracking on your favorite acoustic guitar, playing up a storm, having a great ol' time, got a great groove happnin', and just LO-O-O-O-O-O-O-VIN' IT!
Then you playback what you've just recorded, and...
"ding-dinga-ding TICK dinga-ding TICK ding-ding-dinga ding TICK"
Huh? What the f%#@ was THAT?!?!?
(slight pause for investigation)
Awwwww J-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z!!!! ... Why is it so damn LOUD when my pick hits the pickguard/body/neck/bridge?!?!?
("Could very well be a technique thing," comes the reply from somewhere deep in his subconscious.)
So, I attempt to re-record, but now all sponaneity has evaporated whilst my now hyper-sensitive ear grossly exaggerates the slightest tick.... tiCK .... TICK....
But it no longer matters because I CAN'T EVEN HOLD THE DAMN PICK NOW, THERE'S SO MUCH SWEAT ON MY HANDS, AND I'M TOO PISSED-OFF TO PLAY ANYMORE, ANYWAY!!!!!
("Take a break!" he mumbles outloud to himself. "Work on your technique," says the still, small voice from within.)
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Seriously, though, what remedies have YOU devised for this? I tried some little custom-made, pickguard-shaped terrycloth cutouts conveniently attached with two-sided sticky tape. Uglier than sh*$, but it seems to work.
And yes, I may be 40, but I'm still working on my technique...
Bruce Ray
Your tracking on your favorite acoustic guitar, playing up a storm, having a great ol' time, got a great groove happnin', and just LO-O-O-O-O-O-O-VIN' IT!
Then you playback what you've just recorded, and...
"ding-dinga-ding TICK dinga-ding TICK ding-ding-dinga ding TICK"
Huh? What the f%#@ was THAT?!?!?
(slight pause for investigation)
Awwwww J-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z!!!! ... Why is it so damn LOUD when my pick hits the pickguard/body/neck/bridge?!?!?
("Could very well be a technique thing," comes the reply from somewhere deep in his subconscious.)
So, I attempt to re-record, but now all sponaneity has evaporated whilst my now hyper-sensitive ear grossly exaggerates the slightest tick.... tiCK .... TICK....
But it no longer matters because I CAN'T EVEN HOLD THE DAMN PICK NOW, THERE'S SO MUCH SWEAT ON MY HANDS, AND I'M TOO PISSED-OFF TO PLAY ANYMORE, ANYWAY!!!!!
("Take a break!" he mumbles outloud to himself. "Work on your technique," says the still, small voice from within.)
****************************************************
Seriously, though, what remedies have YOU devised for this? I tried some little custom-made, pickguard-shaped terrycloth cutouts conveniently attached with two-sided sticky tape. Uglier than sh*$, but it seems to work.
And yes, I may be 40, but I'm still working on my technique...
Bruce Ray
