Waiting for my best friend Buz to arrive from Phoenix late one night last week, I spotted this cicada shedding the dirty exoskeleton it had inhabited for years in the dirt:
Prepping for his visit has taken a lot of my time, which is why postings have been a bit scarce in these parts.
During the years I was in The Hitmen and The BeWires, Buz was my favorite bassist that graced those bands, but sadly he never put up with the politics and bullshit long enough to suit my desire to listen to great rock bass night after night. We agree on most details of equipment and technique, and now that he's here I got to take pictures of a truly rare and crappy bass in his collection:
Resonator guitars (usually called Dobros after an early and popular brand) used a vibrating steel diaphragm to make them louder in the pre-electric days, but they are a terrible idea for bass guitars. Fender made a few in 2003, and I have the honor of doing a little work on this one.
Mostly we're helping each other out while enjoying good company and doing a little damage to our livers. I repair his headphones and bass gear while he upgrades all of our computers.
We play to our strengths and resources, then take an occasional (solo) pee in the back yard in this fine post-rain weather.
Hope y'all will forgive me for neglecting my internet friends in favor of real flesh and blood ones for a change.
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Hope y'all will forgive me for neglecting my internet friends in favor of real flesh and blood ones for a change.
Think nothing of it. I understand completely.
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