MR GIBS

Started to play with friends in clubs down here in Sofia-Bulgaria-East Europ

This man is a genieous. I am his fan. I subscribed to his youtube channel and I hope he will add me in his youtube friends list.

Great performace, Onewily!!! The guitar and the singing are GREAT! KEEP ON!!!!!

Great performace, Onewily!!! The guitar and the singing are GREAT! KEEP ON!!!!!

Hi folks. See my last attempt...

Good thind Larry! Well done!

You can sing well too, my friend and I liked much your performance. The mismatch of the video and the audio of what you published is boring, but I still can hear this wonderful "Doves in flight" sound!!! Cheers, mate!

Matt is a real musician, a real guitarist. We (me) are (am) just strummers Here is a song in romanian language and below the link - a translation of the lyrics in french. Traduction en francais: Sonia Badulici: C'était un chemin à la lisière de la forêt Pareil avec celui décrit dans les contes Et nous étions des enfants tous les deux Aujourd'hui je ne sais plus où es tu. Et le chemin descendait dans la ville Auprès de voûtes avec des roses... Et nous étions silencieux tous les deux Aujourd'hui je ne sais plus où es tu. Nous nous sommes baisé, nous étions suivis Par des étranges frémissements humains Et nous étions seulement nous deux Aujourd'hui je ne sais plus où es tu.

The pickup on the soundhole of my M-R GIBS is an L.R.Baggs M1. The sound of this SJ 200 Custom Elite is just stunning... And in my other hihg end metal-string guitar (I call "The GALE") the pickup is L.R.Bags i-beam. I love L.R.Bags! For me L.R.Bags is a very authentc acoustic sound. By the way - I play this song "I come and stand at every door" with a capo on the second position but without clamping the string 6. So it is in a (let's say) "open E". By the way - this is the best sound that I can extract from my M-R GIBs - with a pick and with a capo on the second fret in "Open E".

Hi there ;-) Happy New Year! This is a collaboration original. The lyrics are written by Nazim Hikmet (a turkish communist poet in 1955 - ot the tenth anniversary of the Hiroshima atom bomb explosion). This translation in english is not a very exaxct, but there are several songs based ot just that translation (made - I suppose - by Janette Turner). For some reason I never knew this poetry, nor the songs until last week, when I found this poetry in the facebook notes of a bulgarian woman-poet - a facebook friend of mine. I was so impressed that I decided to make a song and the next day I made the song for some two hours. Later on I understood that there are songs on those words - even "The Birds" have a song (I did not know this till 29.12.2010!). So the answer to the first question is that this song that I posted is my collaboration original. The second question - about the pick - well - I can not play well without a pick on the SJ 200. So I use it. First I recorded this song with my other guitar fingerpicking, but I liked more the pick version with my "M-R GIBS" - a very powerfull guitar and that's how I posted the version with the pick. About what this song would sound like on a nylon strins guitar - I'll have the answer in (let's say) two months when I'll et my new baby from the luthier - a concert classical custom made for me. The real translation of the lyrics is not just that wich I used for my song. The exact translation of what the poet Nazim Hikmed wrote is: Kiz Cocugu Little Girl Kapilari calan benim It's me who knocks kapilari birer birer. the doors one by one. Gozunuze gorunemem You can't see me goze gorunmez oluler. --the deads are invisible. Hirosima'da oleli It has been around ten years oluyor bir on yil kadar. since I've dead in Hiroshima. Yedi yasinda bir kizim, I'm seven years old buyumez olu cocuklar. --dead children do not grow. Saclarim tutustu once, First my hair caught fire, gozlerim yandi kavruldu. my eyes burnt. Bir avuc kul oluverdim, I've turned into a handful of ash, kulum havaya savruldu. and that was scattered into the air. Benim sizden kendim icin I don't ask you for anything hicbir sey istedigim yok. for myself. Seker bile yiyemez ki A child who burns like a piece of paper kagit gibi yanan cocuk. cannot eat even candy, anyway. Caliyorum kapinizi I knock your door, teyze, amca, bir imza ver. dear lady, dear sir, give me your signature Cocuklar oldurulmesin so that children won't get killed, seker de yiyebilsinler. so that they can eat candy. In the context of your last question - I think that when I try to make this song in turkish language I'll use my new guitar and will make it fingerpicking and in a more tender way...

Actually callouses disappear very slowly. Months need to pass before that. Sorry that you have hurt yourself. And sorry to say sorry to you so late-this is because of the fact that I am not so good in english and to write (and especially to read!) here the posts I use voccabulary 15-20 times by post. So the word "wrist" has escaped to me. Hope you are doing better? These things pass. Lucky that you have not broaken it.