To my one loyal follower asking about the pictures. There probably won't be any soon. Turns out the photo's we thought would be free are being held ransom for a sum of $250. This is a shame because some of them turned out pretty good. I was surprised and impressed. However, I was under the impression this was a favor for a friend (our bass players girlfriend). I guess the shoot was free. Pics are gonna cost us. Whatever. Trust when I say that this is something that can not be rectified on a sunny Saturday afternoon with another photographer I know and love.
I also wanted to mention how much I dig my Epiphone Les Paul. Not only is it strikingly beautiful, but it plays so nicely. The neck feels great and it's weighted very well for me. Loads of sustain. I've started delving in to the tonal possibilities with the pickup selector in the middle position (which splits the humbuckers). Clapton achieved his famous "woman tone" in this way by turning the tone knob on the neck to 0 and the tone on the bridge to 10 whilst turning both volume controls to ten. It's milky and smooth. Not the same of course because he was playing gibsons at the time through vintage era amps that can't be recreated. But I'm getting some interesting results none the less. I feel a bit guilty for not playing the Gibson lately. But it is (what it is?). BJ? Yes!
Tomorrow I'll hopefully blog about the great new beers I had at Kickback's tonight. Plus I'm looking forward to the two year bottle aged 120 Minute IPA from Dogfish Head. It will be hoptastic and maltabulous at the same time I'm sure. Peace in the middle east.
Oh and I spelled the word violets playing scrabble on my phone today. For those keeping score that was a 7 point word (50 bonus points for clearing your rack) on the first play (double word score) yielding a total of 72 points. Needless to say I smacked the computer down town to china town. Again, peace.
-MtR
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Dude...sorry about the pictures. That's lame. But I guess it IS what it IS. Wha-what?
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