For me, learning to play pop songs is less an artistic endeavour, and more my own personal way of working out whether or not I like the thing. If I can get my hands buried deep into the chord progressions whilst forcing my larynx into the right shape for singing the song, then the song stands the test.
Often, in stripping a high-production behemoth of a song into an unplugged nugget, I find some strange poetic beauty locked in the lyrics of the ephemeral hit. Sadly, this was not the case with Van Halen's Jump... but it still ties in nicely with our leap theme whilst giving me an occasion to show you lovely silky people my new electric piano. I hope you enjoy it, anyhow.
Phil Brown
Poetry Editor
