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  • “I think there’s nothing better than seeing a three-chord straight up rock ‘n’ roll band in your face with sweaty music and three minute good songs.” Joan Jett

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    Saaaay….you’re mighty fancy. What’s a purty little thing like you doin’ in a place like this?

    So I’ve managed to maintain my composure and not go blindly seeking this his one guitar (and the case, c’mon, how can you resist a leopard print case?) mainly because I have so many damn guitars already. The other fact is that I don’t use any one of them enough to justify another purchase (and really, isn’t that what I said about the last one?). I’m so lame that I almost didn’t even realize that could upgrade the pickup in one of the SG’s to a P90 and get pretty close without having to get another guitar. Although…..I really like the white…..

    One of the realities that one has to face eventually is that there isn’t a piece of gear that’s going to make you play any better than just  straight old-fashioned woodshedding.  In the case of the above guitar, I’m not even sure how it plays. The RI series that I’ve played lately have had baseball bat necks (which I hate). The one above is a sig model, the Billie Joe Armstrong and it’s supposed to have  a “play fast” neck (like my 61 SG RI). Which of course I find intriguing.

    Here’s the part where I admit that I’ve got kind of a man-crush on Billie Joe. My daughter (should she ever read this) will give the obligatory “ewwwwwwww”.  It sounds really stupid, but I’m a huge fan of his songwriting.  Back in the 90’s, I listened to Dookie (like everybody else) and gradually fell off in interest as some of the later albums kind of kept going. At the AstroArena, we watched Billie Joe slobber all over the stage – good show.  It wasn’t until American Idiot came out that I became a reborn fan.

    Here’s the thing that REALLY freaks my daughter out. All the guys in Green Day are pretty much the same age as me. It’s hard to believe, but while they were singing about being burned out on a couch, I was sitting there burned out on a couch watching them sing about it.  Not that I think, “Hey that could have been me!” because obviously I wasn’t driven enough to really push myself with my guitar playing.  It’s just easy to relate to an artist that’s almost the exact same age as you. Oops. So Tre Cool has the same birthday as me. I knew I was forgetting something.  But they were all born the same year as me.

    Geez! These Geezers…..

    How come THEY don’t have grey hair?


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  • “I’m not a good butcher but I’ve had to learn to carve the joint. People expect a new look.” Margaret Thatcher

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    I’m going to write a song called, “Please do the needful.” I’m not exactly sure what it actually means. When I first read it, I thought, “By any means necessary.”

    I’ve come to the conclusion that it probably just means “please do what is needed”.  Truncated English is going to become a specialty I suppose.

    So, now I’m back in the rat race, running in my rat-wheel-cubicle. It’s a nice change of pace from working at a small tiny upstart (blood, sweat, tears, blood and more blood). I’m a small cog in a big machine rather than a small jellybean stuck between the tiny gears in the tiny machine. I digress.

    At the moment I wrote this, I was surrounded by three cubicle walls. Lest you pity me, it’s air conditioned, I have internet access, and my boss is located somewhere in another wing of the building. Speaking as a subcontractor for a subcontractor of a subcontracting subcontractor, life is pretty good.  I’m left to my own devices since I’m still in training, and everyone is busy. My last job required that I become knowledgeable about every single aspect of the job whereas this one takes a relatively narrow slice of that knowledge. I’m still learning to not be tense. Of course, this is the first job (that I can remember) that I was hired for specific knowledge. It’s not like all my other jobs where I walked in and had to be trained every step of the way. Yes, I’m being trained, but it’s the fine details I have to pick up, not the broad strokes. It’s a nice change.

    Other than the weekly grind, we did manage to visit Central Market for a “Eat the Heat” celebration.  Every spicy thing imaginable was available for tasting. Of note, the freshly made habanero guacamole is to die for. Well, not literally, but it’s good stuff. They even had wine samples! It was sample city. I still dropped a load of cash though. Unfortunately, samples make you want to buy stuff. Mission accomplished.

    I got to try on my leopard print jacket that my tailor has been making – it’s almost done. I hope to reveal it at a Burlesque show soon. Speaking of which, since I’m employed, I got rid of all those other sites I was working on. So, just dfw is left.

    House projects have slowed a bit now. I’m working on patching up one giant hole in the main bathroom and then we can get going in there.

    Lastly, I found some Blood Orange Bitters at the liquor store the other day. Man, oh man. It “made” my Manhattan.

     

     


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