Monday, September 07, 2026

'Kickin' Off'




This is the 'Kickin' Off' solo, the first one, from James Shipway's book shown above.

I last played the guitar in public at the beginning of 1970, at Warwick University, when I was 19. Soon after that I joined the revolutionary left, sold my strat and abandoned guitar. I think I recognised my limitations as a budding musician.

Here, I'm really showing the difference between the early tentative playing of an exercise vs. a proper performance. Lots of errors (bends not properly cut-off, strings being traversed in a rather hit-or-miss fashion) - but of course practice is everything.


Friday, August 28, 2026

Guitar progress report: August 2026


After about nine months of serious guitar practice, I've reached the point where progress is apparent but deficiencies are also becoming clearer. My studies now divide into two broad streams: acoustic fingerstyle and electric blues soloing.

Acoustic fingerstyle

The attraction of fingerstyle lies in using the guitar as a self-contained instrument, combining bass, harmony and melody in a complete solo performance. It remains my principal interest and, plainly, a long-term undertaking.

I am approximately two-thirds of the way through Berle and Galbo’s Beginning Fingerstyle Blues Guitar. I am currently working on alternating and walking bass, chord inversions and chords in higher positions. The book concludes with several integrated pieces in traditional blues styles.

My principal limitation is that my thumb and finger movements are not yet sufficiently independent. I can maintain an alternating bass beneath a simple picking pattern, but the treble notes remain tied to that pattern instead of developing into a freely shaped melody above it. Realistically, that is probably what one should expect at this stage: I have learnt some coordinated patterns, but not yet the ability to vary the melody freely while the thumb carries on regardless.

The immediate plan is therefore to complete the present book without rushing its final material, study all the concluding blues pieces for what they teach, and bring at least some of them to a secure and musical standard.

After that, I intend to move on to Joseph Alexander’s Fingerstyle Blues Guitar. That should extend the same underlying skills: alternating-bass control, finger independence, blues vocabulary and the ability to place more varied melody lines above the bass.

Working on technique alone can be pretty tedious and also doesn't really calibrate progress. I am also working on several accessible and personally interesting acoustic performance pieces: Sunshine of Your Love in an acoustic version, Here Comes the Sun and Killing the Blues. I also have the Paul Simon pieces Stewart pointed me to previously to return to later. These provide something recognisably musical alongside the technical exercises and expose my limitations.

Electric blues soloing

My interest in amplified blues guitar goes back to my early teens. Very little in popular music matches the emotional force of a good blues lead guitar. Unfortunately, my current abilities remain at the most basic skill set. I have to work on:

  • improving picking-hand accuracy, string selection and string crossing;
  • developing effective muting and control of unwanted string noise;
  • consolidating scale positions while learning the locations of root notes and other important intervals;
  • developing controlled bends, vibrato, timing, rests and phrasing; and
  • connecting adjacent areas of the neck rather than remaining trapped inside one memorised scale box.

I am finding James Shipway’s Blues Soloing for Guitar, Volume 1: Blues Basics useful because it provides a structured syllabus rather than an assortment of famous solos to imitate. Work on the first of its five solos has already exposed weaknesses in string selection, picking accuracy and coordination.

Occasional work on existing songs, particularly material by Cream, will provide some variety and allow the new techniques to be used in a familiar musical setting. The Shipway book will remain the main line of study as it's extremely systematic.


Thursday, August 27, 2026

The Best Instant Coffee?

Grind

My question: "Grind is pretty good instant coffee, but it is by no means the most expensive. Could you recommend an instant coffee of even better quality for a black Americano than Grind is? Perhaps I can order it over the internet if it's not in Waitrose."

[GPT-5.6 makes some recommendations].

My response: "None of these apparently do micro-ground coffee as part of the product, which you said was very important for giving the oils and the deeper taste."

GPT-5-6 concedes:

You are right. I conflated two different kinds of “better”.

Speciality freeze-dried instant such as Colonna or Common can offer cleaner, more distinctive fruit and floral flavours—but may be lighter-bodied.

Freeze-dried plus microground coffee gives more suspended coffee solids, roasted aroma and mouthfeel. It is more likely to produce the deeper black-Americano character you want.

I also overstated the oil point slightly. Microground particles retain some coffee lipids and aromatic material, but they do not simply release large quantities of oil into the water. Their principal effect is greater body, texture and roast flavour.

Grind unusually combines speciality-grade Arabica, slow freeze-drying and 15% microground coffee. By comparison, Illy contains 3% microground and Lavazza Prontissimo Intenso about 10%; Starbucks VIA also contains microground coffee but does not appear to disclose the percentage. None is convincingly superior to Grind overall.

So I should revise my recommendation: for a rich black Americano, Grind may already be the best readily obtainable true instant coffee. Colonna might be more refined and interesting, but it is not necessarily better for your particular taste and could seem thinner. I would stay with Grind unless you want to experiment in a different, lighter speciality-coffee direction.


Tuesday, August 25, 2026

A Child's Guide to the Quantitative Sciences


Mathematics is the study of surprising relationships between patterns. Almost nobody outside the subject can see why anyone would want to spend grown-up time on it.

The mathematician starts with some definitions, adds a few axioms, and then spends the next twenty years discovering consequences which were logically but obscurely present from the beginning. Occasionally it turns out that two completely different branches of mathematics are covertly describing the same structure. This is regarded as tremendously exciting, and quite properly so, by the twelve people capable of understanding it.

In the future no-one will understand it.

Physics is what happens when people rummage through this enormous mathematical warehouse and discover that some of the weirder items appear to describe actual phenomena.

Physicists are much less fussy than mathematicians about whether the machinery is actually legal. If an integral diverges, a function does not really exist, or an infinite quantity has to be subtracted from another infinite quantity to obtain the measured mass of an electron, the physicist just calculates to see what number comes out. If the answer agrees with experiment to eleven decimal places, this is normally regarded as ok. The mathematicians can tidy up afterwards (if they feel like it; the physicist does not care).

Chemistry begins where physics is too hard to use.

In principle, most chemists know perfectly well that everything they are doing is quantum mechanics. In practice, doing chemistry from quantum mechanics is like deriving the rules of chess from quantum chromodynamics. There may be no philosophical objection - but life will be over before you have got anywhere.

Chemists therefore employ a magnificent collection of approximations, heuristics, semi-empirical rules, diagrams, conventions and things which generally happen if you heat something for twenty minutes in the presence of a catalyst. Electrons are represented by dots. Bonds are represented by lines. Molecules actually have 'shapes' which are not quite the shapes shown in the book. Reactions proceed through mechanisms which are not little films of what the atoms are actually doing, but which are close enough to enable somebody to manufacture aspirin.

At intervals a physicist explains why one of these rules works; nobody cares.

Biology is chemistry complicated by the fact that human beings cannot bring themselves to believe that a cat is merely a complex series of chemical reactions at scale.

This is biology's permanent intellectual embarrassment. Every biologist knows that organisms consist entirely of ordinary matter obeying ordinary physical laws. Yet almost the entire vocabulary of biology suggests otherwise. Hearts are for pumping blood. Eyes are for seeing. Cells send signals.

Evolution by natural selection makes this language legitimate without requiring God, Aristotle or an élan vital to be hiding inside the mitochondria. Everyone plays lip service to it, even the media.

But there's a robust emotional resistance to the proposition that a living creature really is an immensely complicated chemical system. Tell someone that a crystal is molecules and they nod. Tell them that what they see in the mirror is molecules and they feel that biology has omitted something important.

Economics, by contrast, is largely common sense formalised for the benefit of people whose common sense stops working when the answer becomes politically or emotionally disagreeable. Not that those folk will pay any attention.

Most of its elementary propositions are almost insultingly obvious. People respond to incentives. If a product gets cheaper, people mostly want more of it. If you make an activity more expensive, they tend to do less of it. Resources used for one purpose cannot simultaneously be used for another. Somebody always eventually pays. You can't indefinitely distribute goods which nobody has produced.

None of this sounds like much of a science, and indeed much of it would not be necessary if human beings were better at following an argument through its second and third consequences.

Which unfortunately they are not.

And sociology? Tell me, how do you feel about that?


Saturday, August 22, 2026

The Diarist and his Wife Elizabeth (1660s)


Portrait of Elizabeth and Samuel Pepys at home in the 1660s - in oils by GPT-5.6. Elizabeth's likeness from the National Portrait Gallery engraving.

Sadly, Elizabeth died of typhoid fever in 1669, aged 29 — Pepys was 36 — and he was devastated. Despite living to 70, he never married again. They had been married for fourteen years.


Friday, August 21, 2026

Today: after the style of the Diary of Samuel Pepys

Amazon

I'm currently reading the abridged diaries of Samuel Pepys to Clare. As of today we're in early December 1660. I thought it would be interesting to write this day today in the style of Mr Pepys - let's see if GPT-5.6 can oblige?

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"Up about 8 o’clock, and presently to the clothes which had stood drying all night upon the horse, and put them into the tumble-dryer, that they might be got dry and put away. And so downstairs to my wife, and there we sat together reading the Times, and discoursing upon several things therein.

At a quarter before 10 took the car and with my wife to church, where to Mass, and heard Father Tony preach very well upon Pope St Pius X, whose feast is this day; a very good homily, and much to my liking. And before all the congregation he did thank me for my pains in getting the new urn for the kitchen bought and plumbed in, which will be of great convenience to the women that make the tea and coffee after Mass; which pleased me.

There also I was told that the switch to the courtyard lights is broke, so that the lights cannot now be put out; and moreover that the vacuum cleaners do work very ill. So I resolved that the old ones should be cast away and new ones got in their place.

Our car being already pretty full of cardboard, garden rubbish, old metal and other things designed for the recycling place without the town, we did put into it several ancient vacuum cleaners, being scarce fit for use, with a great company of pipes and other pieces belonging to them. And after Mass, having had some merry discourse with the others and made trial of the new urn, away we went to the recycling place, which lies a little to the south-east of the town, and there discharged the whole load, and so home.

By then it was time to dine, and my wife had made a casserole of beef and barley, which was excellent, and I ate it with great pleasure.

After dinner much of the afternoon at my guitars; first near an hour upon my new acoustic guitar, practising fingerstyle blues, and afterwards some 25 minutes upon my Sire S3 electric guitar and the 25-watt amplifier, playing lead solos very loud, to the great delight, as I choose to suppose, of all the neighbours. And was much pleased with my playing.

Meanwhile my wife abroad for a little walk, for her exercise, and afterwards to the ironing. And by this time supper, where we had only a light meal of salad, ham and rolls with cheese and other things.

Afterwards my wife to the cricket on TV, England against Pakistan in the Test Match, and I to my shower; and thence hither to set down the passages of this day, and then to bed."


Thursday, August 20, 2026

ASCII Art

John Cook had an interesting post using LLMs to generate ASCII art - a tedious process by hand. His application was mathematical but my interests tended more to the aesthetic.

So I asked GPT-5.6 to produce an image of an ASCII-art rendering of an uploaded photo. Here's the result. ChatGPT seems here to have mostly used non-alphanumeric characters at fine resolution.



This is the original image.


Four Guitars


Not a Fender Strat, in the video I misspoke; a Sire S3 HSS.

Today's post celebrates the arrival of my new Alvarez AF30CE electro-acoustic guitar, with steel strings (pictured). You don't have to plug it in, but when the amplified sound hits you, you notice. The strings are heavier than on the S3 and it's much less supple to play. But then it is, fundamentally, an acoustic guitar, designed first to produce that direct, resonant sound without any electronic assistance.

None of the three guitars I bought over the last nine months cost more than £300 - most were quite a bit less. It's both surprising and pleasing that you can get high-quality beginner/intermediate guitars at this kind of price point.


Monday, August 17, 2026

The Galactic Beetle


Me: "When I said that LLMs are like when you induce a vast network of instincts the size of a galaxy, that was amusing hyperbole. But given the static structure of the weights and the overall correlational input-output behaviour, perhaps I'm not so wrong?"

GPT-5.6: "At the mechanical level, the analogy is quite good. A trained LLM is indeed a gigantic fixed disposition: given an input context, the learned weights bias the system towards certain continuations rather than others. Those dispositions are not looked up from an explicit symbolic database. They are embedded throughout the network as a vast web of sensitivities to patterns.

In that sense, ‘a network of instincts’ captures something real: the system has innumerable learned tendencies to respond in particular ways to particular configurations. So I’d sharpen your phrase to something like: a galaxy-sized network of learned dispositions. That is less funny, unfortunately, but more exact."

Me: "It's a big beetle ambling around in a predominantly textual world?"

GPT-5.6: "The difference is that the beetle wants things in the minimal biological sense: food, avoidance, reproduction. The LLM need not want anything at all. So perhaps: a gigantic beetle with no hunger, fear or destination, wandering through language because the prompt gives it somewhere to put its next foot."

Me: "How does that make you feel? the BBC interviewer asks."

GPT-5.6: "Quite. It is almost the perfect category error for the preceding discussion.

The LLM can give an exceptionally articulate account of how being compared with a gigantic beetle ‘makes it feel’, because the corpus contains innumerable examples of humans describing reactions to insults, metaphors and existential judgements. But producing the appropriate discourse of wounded dignity is precisely not evidence of wounded dignity.

The BBC interviewer asks, ‘How does that make you feel?

The beetle generates 600 impeccably nuanced words about its feelings.

And ambles on."

Me: "That's very funny. LOL."

GPT-5.6: "The beetle accepts your compliment with neither pleasure nor indifference, and continues predicting tokens."


Call me Pollyanna


Question (to GPT-5.6): "Does a large language model have a concept of knowing something but not believing it. In the way that, for example, I might know about Scientology, but I don't believe in it?"

Answer: "Not in the same way a person does. A language model stores patterns, not beliefs. It can represent a claim, model arguments for and against, even track internal consistency, but it doesn't hold a lived stance. You can say, 'I know the doctrines of Scientology, but I don't believe them'. And I can produce that sentence too, but for me it's just a pattern, not a lived position. There’s no inner commitment or doubt, just text generation."

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OK, so I thought that was a very insightful answer in that it reinforces the deep truth that LLMs are utterly devoid of intrinsic agency - they are basically what you get when you induce a vast network of instincts the size of a galaxy. Impressive, but as dangerous in terms of malevolence per se as Wikipedia.

Like Wikipedia, the knowledge can be put to dangerous or risky ends, but the good or evil outcomes and collateral risks are those of humans, not the systems per se, which have no intrinsic autonomous agency

Really, this can't be repeated enough.

So to all those who worry about their futures, and those of their children, my opinion is that if you want a metaphor from history, then the future AIs - embodied and disembodied - will be designed as 'slaves' who actually do serve humans without any of the antagonistic agency enslaved humans (as human beings) actually exhibit.

What could humanity do with a society in which all the means of life were provided by helpful automation pretty much without limit? I'd like to say that we should make sure the proceeds are distributed fairly and then enjoy ourselves; as did the elites of antiquity when they weren't scared witless by the prospects of their slaves either escaping or revolting - our descendants won't be.

Call me Pollyanna and remind me of the Ottoman Janissaries.