Dominic Miller (who is Sting's principal guitarist) is one of my guitar heroes. I emailed him a earlier this week and he actually responded to my question. Here what he had to say:


Hi Chad
Thanks for this. Lindsay Buckingham is one of the most creative song accompanists on guitar. His parts always sound perfect to me. I am flattered you should put me in the same paragraph as him. Yes I do in some way model my approach on his, but there are also many others. Classical playing has been of some help, mainly with technique which I sometimes use on electric and visa versa. But my main instrument is musicianship. I like to be true to the song and complenet it as much as it deserves, if not more. Having some classical backround and listening to people like Lindsay Buckingham helps make this possible.
Best wishes,
Dominic ---

(my initial email)
In your session work (most notibly with Sting), I appreciate that fact that the your guitar parts always seem to compliment the lyric or verse. Although sometimes quite subtle, the method in which your voicings weave in and out of the songs remind me quite a lot of Lindsey Buckingham. Do your feel that your classical reference point has contributed to your ability to express or restrain your session guitar work (as you always seem to "play for the song)
Chad C. from Tulsa, Oklahoma

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Brown and Agile Child
by Pablo Neruda

Brown and agile child, the sun which forms the fruit
And ripens the grain and twists the seaweed
Has made your happy body and your luminous eyes
And given your mouth the smile of water.

A black and anguished sun is entangled in the twigs
Of your black mane when you hold out your arms.
You play in the sun as in a tidal river
And it leaves two dark pools in your eyes.

Brown and agile child, nothing draws me to you,
Everything pulls away from me here in the noon.
You are the delirious youth of bee,
The drunkedness of the wave, the power of the heat.

My somber heart seeks you always
I love your happy body, your rich, soft voice.
Dusky butterfly, sweet and sure
Like the wheatfiled, the sun, the poppy, and the water.

I guess I need to get out more??