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Hetfield: (заметно потрясен) Ого!
Внимание на средний палец :) Безымянный поджат, потому не видно.
Чтобы травма не мешала, он перестраивает гитару.
Ищите в этой статье по слову "finger": http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Sabbath
Он работал последний день на заводе, так как подписал конктракт с какой-то командой и завтра должен был уезжать на свои первые гастроли. И ему станком отрезало первые фаланги среднего и безымянного пальцев на правой руке(а он левша). Представьте трагедию.
Врачи сказали, что о музыке можно забыть. У него была глубокая депрессия, пока его друг не принес ему записи Рейхарда(у того, напомню, было всего 2 пальца целых). И Тони ожил. Сначала он попытался научиться играть как правша, но ничего не вышло. Потом, он начал сам мастерить протезы, перепробовал кучу всего и, наконец, сделал их из пластмассовых бутылочек для лекарств.
По его признанию, ему всегда было тяжелова-то, потому что пальцы струн не чувствуют.
Точно так же, как Пейдж называет себя лучшим девятипалым гитаристом мира (ему ампутировали в 1975-м фалангу мизинца), Айоми называют лучшим восьмипалым гитаристом мира.
И как можно было себя так испортить? (крик души...)
Народ должен знать своих героев
Although my handicap has received quite a bit of press over the years, a lot of people are very surprised when they find out that I'm missing two fingertips from my fretboard (right) hand. (I'm a lefty.) After all, that is a fairly serious affliction for a guitarist. Specifically, I lost the tips of my middle and ring fingers in an accident I had at work-they got caught in a piece of machinery. Ironically, the day the accident happened was my last day at that job before turning professional musician, as I was all set to go to Germany on tour with a band. The timing couldn't have been worse-not that there's ever a good time to cut off the ends of two of your fingers! As you can imagine, it was an awful experience and I went through a terrible period of depression because I was convinced that my guitar playing days were over for good. I went to dozens of different doctors and hospitals and they all said, "Forget it. You're not going to be able to play guitar again."
While I was down in the dumps though, a friend of mine, who happened to be my foreman at work, brought me a record of [world-renowned Gypsy jazz guitarist] Django Reinhardt who, at the time, I'd never heard of before. My friend said, "Listen to this guy play," and I went, "No way! Listening to someone play the guitar is the very last thing I want to do right now!" But he kept insisting and he ended up playing the record for me. I told him I thought it was really good and then he said, "You know, the guy's only playing with two fingers on his fretboard hand because of an injury he sustained in a terrible fire." I was totally knocked back by this revelation and was so impressed by what I had just heard that I suddenly became inspired to start trying to play again.
I tried playing right-handed for a while but that didn't work out for me so I bandaged my two damaged fingers together and started playing lefty again using just my first (index) and little fingers. I then decided to go a step further by trying to bring my two injured fingers back into the game. What I did was this: I melted down a "Fairy Liquid" [an English dishwashing detergent] bottle, made a couple of blobs of the plastic and then sat there with a hot soldering iron and melted holes in them so they'd fit on the tips of my injured fingers, kind of like thimbles. When I got the caps to fit comfortably, I ended up with these big balls on the ends of my fingers, so I then proceeded to file them down with sandpaper until they were approximately the size of normal fingertips.
It took me quite a while to get them exactly right because they couldn't be too heavy or thick but had to be strong enough so they didn't hurt the ends of my fingers when I used them. When I had sculpted my "thimbles" to the right size and tested them I realized that the ends weren't gripping the strings so I cut up a piece of leather and fixed pieces to the ends of them. I then spent ages rubbing the leather pads so they would get shiny and absorb some oils and would help me grip the strings better. I filed down the edges so they wouldn't catch on anything and it worked!
Once I had done this it took me quite a while to get used to bending and shaking strings with those two fingers because I obviously couldn't feel anything. It was difficult to even know where my fingers were and where they were going. It was just a matter of practicing and persevering with it, using my ears to compensate for my lost tactile sense.
In the years since my story was publicized more than a few musicians who have had similar afflictions have told me that my "never say die" attitude has inspired them to keep going. However bad something may seem at first, you've got to try to overcome it because sometimes the "impossible" is possible. It was really depressing at first, but after hearing Django, I just wouldn't accept defeat. I was sure there had to be a way around my problem.
а оззи такой смешной))