Monday, 27 May 2013

Woolwich aftermath

I'm sure people, by now, are aware of the attack in Woolwich, London in which a young soldier was brutally killed on the streets by a British jihadist. Considering there has been copycat attacks one near by and another overseas, in France, it's not terrorism. Now I haven't looked into those separate attacks myself. I'm not even going to talk about them as it's not my aim for this post. Fact is it happened. Fact is the aftermath has been much worse.

The English defence league (EDL) are an extremist group who are attacking who they think are Muslim...be it personal attacks including violence or attacks on mosques. These events are well documented, as they are happening, on twitter. It is also well known that BNP (british national party. perhaps not extremists but are renown for racism and homophobia) and EDL have been inciting violence and hatred against Muslims...also showing their level of ignorance towards Islam in the process.

After the initial attack, the trigger for this violence, as I didn't know (and in many respects still do not know) much about Islam I asked my Muslim followers on twitter for information. I'm mature enough to admit when I'm ignorant and to then find out about what I'm ignorant about before I form an opinion. Usually I listen to both sides of the argument.

I can understand that EDL and BNP are concerned for our country, losing our national identity, our traditions and concerns for future generations. Such is also my concern. But is violence the answer? What will it solve?? Nothing but create more problems. Violence should only ever be a last resort when all other methods have been exhausted.

I've also had UKIP supporters turn this attack into propaganda for their campaign for Britain to leave the EU. Thankfully I have silenced the one's who tweeted me by linking to definitions of dictatorship, democracy, communism and various other things including an Euler diagram showing how nations of Europe interact with each other.

My best friend is a UKIP supporter also...although we disagree on things, both of us are opinionated and in many respects opposites, we want what's best for the country. Such a relationship by most people's standards shouldn't work. Yet with mutual love, respect and understanding such is possible. I also know we can share brutal honesty and side splitting silliness.

This morning I tweeted (and reposted to my facebook) the following:
Violence is not the way to deal with insecurities. People claim Muslims are violent. Yet they are not returning the violence. Are people so blind with rage and fear they no longer see sense? What makes this country so great is our diversity. Differences are not a threat. They allow us to grow stronger. By sharing new ideas and healthy questioning of debates we can come together to form a better country. Not just for today but for our children and their children. With education and interaction can prejudice be reduced. Such is possible. Remember: how you treat others is how you treat yourself. Harm others and you harm yourself. Love others and you love yourself. I'm aware that Islam does not look favorably on lesbians, however, I wish for peace, love, respect and safety for Muslims.

We can still retain our British identity while sharing other cultures. Traditions change, as does everything, over time. Granted it's a gradual shift. By absorbing different cultures into our society we can improve and enrich our own. More tolerance, more understanding, more respect. To do otherwise would be detrimental to our development. Not just as individuals but as a country.

What do we wish our identity to be? What do we wish the world to see us as? What do we wish to leave our children? What do we want our country to be - divided tribes or a untied kingdom?

Finally, I would like to commend the Police forces, throughout the country, for their hard work and dedication to upholding the law, seeking justice and serving the public. You routinely put your lives on the line to protect us. Thank you.


When another person makes you suffer, it is because he suffers deeply within himself, and his suffering is spilling over. He does not need punishment; he needs help. - Thich Naht Hann

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it. - Edith Wharton

Tuesday, 14 May 2013

My musical journey

So its been 4 months since I started to get serious into learning guitar. I've had my cheap stratocaster since I was 15 and only passively played. It's not my first instrument - recorder, flute and singing. The first was at primary school and was only taught passively by one teacher...whom I'm convinced hated me. Flute was at secondary school but, apart from my distaste for his teaching method, I found the second octave painful on my ears.

Singing was a strange thing. In primary I couldn't sing. I barely squeaked a raspy "note". Often I kept quiet during assembly and "singing lessons" with the same teacher as before. Classes were often grouped..mainly focused on getting through the song than anything else. I was often teased about my voice.

However, after a bout of depression and at a point where I found my faith, in secondary I joined the Junior choir. It was slow but I worked on the songs and enjoyed the group. A year later I was old enough to join the Senior choir. Due to lack of members these where soon joined into the Gospel choir. Was also had a Staff choir who'd occasionally join us. I was also asked to sing in the county school choir and even sang in assembly in front of my year group. The first time I made a fool of myself because I was very nervous but I redeemed myself the second time. It earned me a lot of respect; even with the popular kids. Outside of school I also joined the church choir in my village, which was a different style to what I was used to but, it pushed me to sing almost daily.

But after I left school a second round of depression took the joy of singing from me. Understand that depression takes your world, chews it up, turns it upside down and spits it out in the dirt. It was only until I heard Nightwish's Storytime (November 2011) that, for the first time in 5 years, I sang. It was raw. Don't get me wrong. Singing is hard work and you won't become good over night. Same with any instrument. Also if you don't keep that hard work up your muscles will "forget" the movements needed.

So with my background in singing and reading sheet music has helped towards learning guitar. From what sources I've used so far there's not much focus on that. It's been more learning chord tabs. So I purposely looked up what scales are used in music and then found images showing where the notes of the scales are on the fretboard. I started with the most basic: C Major (A minor is written the same way).

C Major is simply all the whole notes: C, D, E, F, G, A, B, C. No flats or sharps. This also helps when learning to read music as all the gaps spell: F,A, C, E and the lines: E,G,B,D,F. I always remember FACE by "someone showing a face" or "the gaps are the face of music". EGBDF, however, I use a less polite version: Every Good Bitch Desires Fudge. The idea is to find something that works for you. Maybe "Eternally God Beats Devil's Fury" works?

C Major in 1st position (Image from Guitar Friendly)
The above image is from here: http://www.guitarfriendly.net/guitar-scales-lesson-for-beginners-major-guitar-scales/ . If you'd like more info on C Major and other positions on the fretboard that page will give you plenty to work on for awhile. They said a position per week...I've been at it for 4 days now and I've gotten to 3rd position just going from top (1st) string to bottom (6th) string. It's mostly a case of learning these positions and know what note they are. Having something visual has helped quite a lot. I'm very much a "monkey see; monkey do" kind of person - especially when learning music! That said Guitar Friendly is a great blog for learning guitar and theory.


Finally, because this has been a long post to both read and write, to sum up my relationship with music and the reason why I continue to play:

Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life ~ Berthold Auerbach