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GUITAR PLAYER INVITES all D.I.Y. artists and bands to share their guitar skills with our reader community. This opportunity is open to all MySpace musicians, or to any player/band with a Web site that has their music posted. All you have to do is go to myspace.com/michael molenda, add me as a friend, and invite me to your music space. I’ll check out your tracks and determine whether you get coverage in this column. (Non-MySpacers can simply send an invite to mmolenda@musicplayer .com.) Tracks are evaluated for creativity, composition, guitar chops, and audioproduction quality—or you may make the cut simply because your track is surprising, interesting, or brilliantly awful. Good luck!

This month, all eight artists reviewed in this column will also win fabulous prizes from Ernie Ball—an EB t-shirt, customized EB picks with your name on them, and a box of Slinky strings of your choice. In addition, your two best mp3s will be added to the playlist of EB Radio (ernieball,com). Congratulations to the October 2008 Big Eight!

Fred Andrade, Pernambuco, Brazil “Pau na caneca”
This Latin fusion piece has a lot of twists and turns, but Andrade manages to make every stylistic shift and sonic transformation sound like they fit together quite naturally. His slinky riffs are exhilarating, and his technique and tone are always just right for whatever bits of madness he’s throwing down. myspace.com/fredandrade1

The Hep Cat Boo Daddies, Fort Lauderdale, Florida “hotrodsexgod”
Interesting titles always get me, so I couldn’t ignore “hotrodsexgod.” Happily, the title wasn’t the coolest thing about this track. Guitarist Joel DaSilva and crew take an old-school approach to instrumentals with some bitchin’ chordal and singlenote work, but the solos are also pretty thrilling, which makes this rockin’ good sex! myspace.com/hepcatboodaddies

Spencer Katzman Threeo, New York, New York “Clinton Hill”
Katzman delivers a beautifully languid acoustic serenade driven by a pulsating tabla groove that sounds quite nice—definitely not like some lame world-beat add-on. This hypnotic, tranquil tune is a perfect soundtrack for biking through lush vistas on a sunny weekend, or just reading a book while sitting in a park. myspace.com/spencerkatzmanthreeo

T. Moody, Myrtle Beach, South Carolina “Geetar Sound”
While not on Moody’s “influence list,” I couldn’t help but think of classic Grand Funk when I heard this. The evidence: It’s a dorky song title, the vocals are soulful, the groove boogies, and the solos are bluesy and packed with just the right clichés to get an arena crowd screaming. myspace.com/tmoody

Pizote, Nicaragua “Perspective God Alien”
Pablo Rodriguez (a.k.a Pizote) obviously adores jazz-tinged ’80s American funkoidrock instrumentals, and while the style of this tune sounds dated as a result, his luscious tone, exacting technique, and soaring melodicism are timeless. He also honors his song by avoiding the temptation to show off—an unselfish and musical choice. myspace.com/pizotemusic

Dane Filipczak, Baltimore, Maryland “Orange”
Filipczak is a 16-year-old alumni of Paul Green’s School of Rock, and his song almost seems like a sonic seminar of all the licks he learned in class. But, rather than sounding like a newbie’s mish mash, it comes off as a fairly confident experiment in textures, feels, and flavors. Bravo! myspace.com/danefilipczak1

Fernando Padron, St. Louis, Missouri “Box of Secrets”
Padron kicks off with a relentless and repetitive line that danced right into my brain. (Okay, I’m a sucker for those scale-like riffs that bounce up and down like playful dolphins chasing a sailboat.) The rest of the tune spotlights Padron’s fat stabs, supple runs, and percolating rhythms. myspace.com/padronmusic

Michael Lee Ostrander, Albuquerque, New Mexico “Tomb of the Unknown Shredder”
Ostrander is super-duper fast and precise, and he attacks this shred workout like a bazillion starving piranhas blowing blood geysers around a herd of drowning cows. But this impressive player uses his song as an opportunity to blow chops, and the dearth of melodic development dooms “Tomb” to be ultimately forgettable. myspace.com/michaelleeostrander