Which is pretty much my life anyway.
Try as I might, I just cannot get over listening to Bryan Adams’ ‘Summer of ’69.’ Not even the cheesey keyboard breaks with the reverby drum fills are stopping me right now. I think something is wrong.
Melody. When in doubt, melody.
Just got an Ooh Wah in. It’s hand-painted. I mean, it sounds really good. ;)
And the same day I get it, I find out Moog just came out with a new Murf that can be controlled via Midi. Hmmm…hand-painted, or wood-paneling? Really tough choice.
Of course the inevitable answer will be ‘both’, but I do like to pretend for a while that I’m actually going to make a choice and save money.
After years of searching, I finally found the perfect ‘high heels’ British rockstar shoes. (‘High heels’ is in parentheses because my wife made me promise not to refer to them in this way.) And they got stuck on like every single pedal on my board at least once. Is this going to stop me from wearing them? Nope. Not even a little.
Bought a bunch of wood yesterday to begin the great pedalboard remodel. I’m remodeling to distribute the weight better so that my arms don’t fall off. And yet it was still extremely hard to turn down the 48×48 piece of wood there. There’s a third Damage Control Timeline for sale on Gear Page right now that would fit nicely on a 48×48 pedalboard. Yikes, I’m still considering it.
Lady Gaga’s new song where she grunts her name in it, has actually dethroned R. Kelly’s ‘I Want to Make You Pregnant’ as the song that makes me wish humans couldn’t hear sound.
And then Luke Kelly restores my faith in sound. Even though he died before I was born. Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong decade. But then I would have grown up in the dark ages. Meaning, before the invention of analog delay with tap tempo.
I am as of yet still unconvinced that American Idol is real.
I am a sucker for wood finish on anything. Even pedals and head cabinets. Hey, the tubes resonate more controllably and less microphonically in hand-carved, solid birch. That’s a fact. I wrote it on the internet.
Click track.
Bass players.
Can we just make a law to have James Horner score every film? And while we’re at it, let’s also make a law against R. Kelly. Just in general.
And lastly, when I hear this, I wonder why we even need the guitar. Passion, feeling, and melody…everything is just there to support that:
And apologies if that was a little too pedestrian for rockin’ guitarists. Or a little too Neil Young. ;) But I adore it. And even though there was no tube in site on that song, I choose to believe that they recorded it using an old tube-driven, analog amplifier for the microphone. And that’s the truth because I want it to be. That’s how it works, right?
Splendid.
Guitar for Worship 