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🎶 ROMANCE DE AMOR - tremolo - THU LE - GUITARIST

 

“You can cut all the flowers, but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”

PABLO NERUDA

 

Huard

Parc National de la Mauricie

Québec Canada

 

Le huard n’est pas un canard

 

Parce qu’ils vivent sur l’eau, qu’ils ont les pattes palmées, et qu’ils plongent comme les canards, nous croyons à tort que ce sont des canards. Or il n’en est rien. En fait l’anatomie des huards est différente de celle des canards : leurs pattes sont localisées plus à l’arrière que celles des canards, plus centrales pour les canards, ils sont plus immergés que les canards et sont beaucoup plus longs.

 

Le language du huard

 

Le huard possède quatre différents cris : l’appel plaintif, tel celui d’un loup, qu’ils utilisent pour appeler leur partenaire; le cri trémolo, qui ressemble à un rire et qui est souvent utilisé en vol; le cri tyrolien, uniquement utilisé par le mâle, pour défendre son territoire. Si vous êtes en bateau et que vous entendez ce cri, c’est que le nid est proche. Déplacez-vous ! Puis finalement le petit cri de proximité avec les jeunes huards de l’année. C’est un cri parental.

An early morning capture of a parent loon on a perfectly still and quiet pond. Except the loon was doing its tremolo call probably because he wasn't happy by my presence. Their chick had hatched just recently and these parents were very skittish. I was far away, on my motionless kayak tucked up against the shore, and the mom and chick were clearly safe (on the other side of the island, behind this parent, and not even visible). Nevertheless, I was being "yelled at". (Same loon family as my recent loon posts.)

 

Although you can tell the loon is making a sound, I wish the tremolo call could be part of the viewing experience. If you are curious, this site has various loon calls, including the tremolo, click here . Among birds in North America, the loon must have one of the most interesting repertoire of vocalizations.

 

The red halo of a reflection around the loon comes from the roof of a small cabin on the other side of the pond. A fortunate "planetary alignment" experience. I like how it matches the red eye of the loon. Hit "z" twice for a closeup view.

     

Fender Stratocaster electric guitar under spotlight.

Most of the Bears love music and they like to hang near the gear. This guitar is my PRS Santana SE. I recently did some work on this guitar where I floated the trem, changed strings, and adjusted my intonation. Guitar players would know what I mean. I have been watching YouTube videos and learning more about guitar set-ups. I am a drummer first but also play guitar. I have two acoustics and 8 electrics.

Happy Teddy Bear Tuesday

I heard this song through all my life. My grandparents played it at home, my parents, and I do from time to time. Mostly when I feel doubtful about something or simply need a boost. And it always works for me. Madame Piaf's voice is so unique and so powerful. It is one of my favorite songs and I do not regret it at all 😘

 

Je ne regrette rien - Edith Piaf

 

Non, rien de rien

Non, je ne regrette rien

Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait

Ni le mal

Tout ça m'est bien égal

Non, rien de rien

Non, je ne regrette rien

C'est payé, balayé, oublié

Je me fous du passé

Avec mes souvenirs

J'ai allumé le feu

Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs

Je n'ai plus besoin d'eux

Balayé les amours

Avec leurs trémolos

Balayé pour toujours

Je repars à zéro

Non, rien de rien

Non, je ne regrette rien

Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait

Ni le mal

Tout ça m'est bien égal

Non, rien de rien

Non, je ne regrette rien

Car ma vie

Car mes joies

Aujourd'hui

Ça commence avec toi

Common Loons are famous for their eerie, beautiful calls. Among these are the tremolo, a wavering call given when a loon is alarmed or to announce its presence at a lake. The yodel is the male loon’s territorial claim. Each male has his own signature yodel. If a male moves to a different territory, he will change his yodel. The wail is the haunting call that loons give back and forth to figure out each other’s location. Hoots are soft, short calls given to keep in contact with each other. Parents might hoot to a chick, or one mate might hoot to another.

- Cornell Lab

'The Loon Calls Me Out'

 

The nightly chorus from loon throats,

From lake solitudes that decorate the twilight

In rising and falling ululation.

Where pairs tremolo their duets

That resonate and resound and echo.

For me, this is no wail of sorrow

As it may be for some hearer in grief

It is no dirge of darkness or a’haunting

But it bestirs my core with its longings

For stillness and serenity and the silence

Of a wilderness night pierced only by the echoes

Of created things that raise their voices by instinct.

For me, the silence of nature’s night;

The wind stirring trees, caressing branches,

The tinkling of pebbles at lakes edge, a hooting owl,

The refrains of a frog choir,

And always, always the loon.

Not for me the roar of cities with its barrage of engine thrum,

Strident shouts, sirens and horns

Stabbing the night with uproar, outcry and cacophony

And distant menace

That jar the soul with the din of loneliness.

The wild a place where there are no lies

Or insincerity,

Only the struggle to live another day under the sun.

Let me go where the silence of the night and nature’s songs

Reverberate, if only in my heart.

For, there is no loneliness there.

 

C.Hill 2021

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Sunset at Keefer Lake last night ... out on the boat looking back toward our cottage which is just below and a bit to the right of the setting sun.

 

- Keefer Lake, Ontario, Canada -

The morning silence is broken by the tremolo calls of this pair of Common Loons, as the late summer morning sun paints a portrait that rivals the work of the masters.

 

Lake Winter, Sawyer County,

Wisconsin

thewholetapa

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Huard

Parc National de la Mauricie

Québec Canada

 

Le huard n’est pas un canard

 

Parce qu’ils vivent sur l’eau, qu’ils ont les pattes palmées, et qu’ils plongent comme les canards, nous croyons à tort que ce sont des canards. Or il n’en est rien. En fait l’anatomie des huards est différente de celle des canards : leurs pattes sont localisées plus à l’arrière que celles des canards, plus centrales pour les canards, ils sont plus immergés que les canards et sont beaucoup plus longs.

 

Le language du huard

 

Le huard possède quatre différents cris : l’appel plaintif, tel celui d’un loup, qu’ils utilisent pour appeler leur partenaire; le cri trémolo, qui ressemble à un rire et qui est souvent utilisé en vol; le cri tyrolien, uniquement utilisé par le mâle, pour défendre son territoire. Si vous êtes en bateau et que vous entendez ce cri, c’est que le nid est proche. Déplacez-vous ! Puis finalement le petit cri de proximité avec les jeunes huards de l’année. C’est un cri parental.

Ja el sol aguaita per l'ample cel;

ros com la bresca, degota mel

damunt les planes totes florides.

S'embadaleixen les margarides

i alçant la testa ,beuen claror

qui les anima d'un tremolor.

I en les diades de sol ardent,

quan el cel brilla més resplendent,

sembla que llencin crits d'alegria;

--les margarides són flors del dia--

Tenen un riure d'ulls deixondits;

més condormides les fosques nits,

més desvetlades les nits de lluna,

viuen de somnis i és cada una

la confidenta d'un amoret

que dins ses fulles guarda un secret.

Ai, flor,si et cullen uns tendres dits¡

No et valdran riures, ni camps florits,

ni el sol que et guaita de l'alta cima;

i, ja m'estima, ja no m'estima,

cauran tes fulles, mesquina flor,

cauran tes fulles, com cau el plor.

Maria Antònia Salvà

  

The common loon or great northern diver (Gavia immer)

Some morning.in Spring I can hear the loons flying over as they head to and from the ocean or pond- calling as the go.

 

If you wish here is a link where you can here four of their distinct calls {Wail,hoot tremolo & Yodel}

 

loon.org/the-call-of-the-loon/

Whammy..

 

My favorite guitar has a American standard tremolo that is as reliable as it is pretty. I can push diving the note and slacking the strings till they fall loosely against the pick ups or pull on it making the strings scream to the pint they are going to break; the strings generally stay in tune, which is awesome, especially when you are playing with a group of guys who can hear a sour note amidst a full band.

 

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Maman Huard apporte un poisson à son petit poussin ! / Mother Loon brings a fish to her little chick !

 

Saviez-vous que le plongeon huard est l’oiseau emblématique de l’Ontario ? Considéré comme un symbole de la nature sauvage , et de la solitude , on reconnaît le plongeon huard à son chant plaintif . Le plongeon huard communique au moyen de quatre cris différents : le trémolo , le cri plaintif , l’ioulement , et l’hululement .

 

Did you know that the Common Loon is Ontario’s iconic bird . Considered a symbol of wild nature and solitude , the Common Loon is recognized by its plaintive song . The Common Loon communicates by means of 4 different calls: the trémolo , the plaintive cry , the riot , and the hoof .

 

Merci beaucoup pour votre visite , vos favoris et vos commentaires ! Ils sont très appréciés !

 

Thank you very much for your visit ,your favorites and your comments! They are very appreciated !

Estany de Banyoles

Sunrise autumn top of the mountain Tremolo

Lonesome Tremolo Blues - The Pines

youtu.be/Oigofi0WWSA

 

In a lonesome cemetery in the Mojave Desert, California.

  

"Life's the same, I'm moving in stereo

Life's the same except for my shoes

Life's the same, you're shaking like tremolo

Life's the same, it's all inside you"

 

listening to The Cars - "Moving in Stereo"

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=loFQ6W4foJc

   

Trumpet player, Broadway market, London

 

Thomas Thorstensson Photography

 

Merry Christmas...

Fret Board

 

Canon M100

Canon 28mm f/3.5 macro

 

1/20th sec

f/3.5

iso 800

Huard

Parc National de la Mauricie

Québec Canada

 

Le huard n’est pas un canard

 

Parce qu’ils vivent sur l’eau, qu’ils ont les pattes palmées, et qu’ils plongent comme les canards, nous croyons à tort que ce sont des canards. Or il n’en est rien. En fait l’anatomie des huards est différente de celle des canards : leurs pattes sont localisées plus à l’arrière que celles des canards, plus centrales pour les canards, ils sont plus immergés que les canards et sont beaucoup plus longs.

 

Le language du huard

 

Le huard possède quatre différents cris : l’appel plaintif, tel celui d’un loup, qu’ils utilisent pour appeler leur partenaire; le cri trémolo, qui ressemble à un rire et qui est souvent utilisé en vol; le cri tyrolien, uniquement utilisé par le mâle, pour défendre son territoire. Si vous êtes en bateau et que vous entendez ce cri, c’est que le nid est proche. Déplacez-vous ! Puis finalement le petit cri de proximité avec les jeunes huards de l’année. C’est un cri parental.

Fender Squier with UFO tremolo arm

So this is the rig run down : Fender Style neck with locking tuners, a Tune-o-Matic bridge with roller saddles & built in Piezo tranducer with a SEB3P preamp from Guitar Fuel 2 Filtron style Humbuckers that sound awesome, from Mr Fabulous.

  

A 5 way switch so I can split the humbuckers, 500K pots with a push-push tone pot so I can have a .022 capacitor and .047 cap for different tone options, a DPDT 3 way switch switch to choose to run the buckers through the pre amp or not.

  

A bigsby style tremolo for bling, 2 springs that add body resonance. all running through a slab of Aussie hard wood, covered with Poly satin finish.

  

I hope you like it. sound clip coming soon.

Twenty five year old Jordan is a military brat.....and I mean that kindly. (A military brat is a child of serving or retired military personnel)

She was born in Cambridge, England and she honed into my English accent right away. She moved back to the US with her family at just 12 months old but she has a love and curiosity of all things British. Her mum is of Irish decent and her Dad is originally from New York. She is bar tender at Bosque brewpub. Amiable and so easy to talk with and I am sure she will soon become more than a stranger when we enjoy the food, her company and a beer at Bosque Brewpub in the future. Thank Jordan for being my girlie #1 in this project for me.

She is my first girl in my 100 strangers project. Thank you Jordan for being my stranger and also for pouring a good pint.

This picture is #40 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at 100 Strangers

Also sneaking in #29/100 Song Titles (Call Me) Number One released in 1969 by The Tremeloes. The Tremoloes first found success with Brian Poole in 1963 before venturing out by themselves. I'm saying nothing about those moustaches or that I saw them twice.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=WeQeDM6wsz0

Also for 100x the 2023 edition. Song Titles

The great David Lynch-

I was very happy to get to

meet him in person - after I

interviewed him on the phone

about his album of music,

the great "Crazy Clown Time."

 

At Soho House in

West Hollywood, there was

a Lynchian listening party

for the album, which I

happily attended, and

was very happy to have

a moment - upstairs from

the proceedings -

to take his photo.

I took three -

he looks almost

exactly the same in each -

perfect stillness.

Huard

Parc National de la Mauricie

Québec Canada

 

Le huard n’est pas un canard

 

Parce qu’ils vivent sur l’eau, qu’ils ont les pattes palmées, et qu’ils plongent comme les canards, nous croyons à tort que ce sont des canards. Or il n’en est rien. En fait l’anatomie des huards est différente de celle des canards : leurs pattes sont localisées plus à l’arrière que celles des canards, plus centrales pour les canards, ils sont plus immergés que les canards et sont beaucoup plus longs.

 

Le language du huard

 

Le huard possède quatre différents cris : l’appel plaintif, tel celui d’un loup, qu’ils utilisent pour appeler leur partenaire; le cri trémolo, qui ressemble à un rire et qui est souvent utilisé en vol; le cri tyrolien, uniquement utilisé par le mâle, pour défendre son territoire. Si vous êtes en bateau et que vous entendez ce cri, c’est que le nid est proche. Déplacez-vous ! Puis finalement le petit cri de proximité avec les jeunes huards de l’année. C’est un cri parental.

DIY guitar - maverick style body with mustang pickups, mustang-style pickguard and tremolo and strat-style neck.

youtu.be/Oigofi0WWSA?si=1UWqJU_ZOUppUyhm

Lonesome Tremolo Blues · The Pines

 

"ain't it hard to stumble when you got no place to fall?"

The Loon has three sounds; tremolo, yodel and pair wail call...this one was a pair wail call which can be heard in link below if you are interested. The wail is the haunting call that loons give back and forth to figure out each other’s location.

 

www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Common_Loon/sounds#

This is probably too dark?

Sóc un maulet modern i tolerant.

Sóc prou enterc, l'aljub de l'assedegat.

Sóc l'herba verda, la vora de la mar,

un tros de cel i el vermell de l'infern.

 

Sóc un peó de l’escac de la vida,

una tremolor del nàixer a la por.

Sóc com el so d’aquesta xeremia

i el tabal que anuncia festa i dol.

 

I sóc mos i sóc carícia

i sóc tendresa i sóc bastó.

Sóc el què sóc, sóc el que sóc.

 

Ovidi Montllor.

♫ Avishai Cohen - Eleven Wives

Details, on deviantART.

(P1050605)

Fender strings, on a Carvin guitar, with a Floyd Rose tremolo. It doesn't get more diverse than that.

 

Theme: Guitar Tuesday

Year Fifteen Of My 365 Project

Travelling by train to Bilbao

Avui comparteixo

tremolors

amb els arbres.

A poc a poc

per escala de colors

els ulls se m'omplen

de clarors i ombres

que s'allunyen fugisseres.

Les hores han aturat

el rellotge i la bellesa

s'instal·la al bosc

de mitja tarda.

Here's the great Mr. Carell again, who I like to

call my friend, but strictly in the phony Hollywood sense

of the word, in that he's not truly a friend at all, but someone

we've run into now a few times at our local supermarket. He's a very

kind man, very unassuming, sweet enough to

pose in the middle of a market with my beamish boy,

something a major movie-TV star

doesn't have to do.

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