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Педальная стил-гитара широко используется в кантри-музыке

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Величайший джазовый гитарист.
Входит в сотню величайших гитаристов всех времен и народов по версии журнала Classic Rock.
(Кто там еще можно посмотреть здесь - ЗДЕСЬ )
Играет в основном на акустической гитаре типа "овэйшн" (ovation).
У нее закругленный корпус из акустического пластика, а верхняя дека из очень дорого дерева.
В верхних регистрах эта гитара издает звук мало похожий на привычное звучание гитары.
А внешняя электроника трансформирует звук еще больше.
Музыка у Аль Ди Меолы интересная, но довольно сложная.
И абсолютно не танцевальная.
Композиции в основном снотворные.
Я бы назвал его Дебюсси (французский пианист-импрессионист) от гитары.
Лично я могу слушать его только в очень малых дозах.
Поэтому на его концерт не пойду.
Но с интересом почитаю отзывы о нем.

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Eagles - Hotel California
On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas 
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
"This could be heaven or this could be hell"
Then she lit up a candle 
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
You can find it here 

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted
She got the Mercedes-Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget 

So I called up the captain
"Please bring me my wine"
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here
Since 1969"
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They're living it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
Bring your alibis 

Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said, "We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device"
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast 

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax," said the night man
"We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave!" 


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