my neighbors chain-linked fence this weekend because
I heard some very strange noises...It was mini elephants...
He was kicked back in a lawn chair
reading a book, the autobiography of Bill Bruford and tokin away
listening to his daily jolt of metal.
 
I asked him, whatcha tokin Joe? What does it matter Michael? I said
well on that note it doesn'r really matter but it smells like you wanna be a musician.
He replied he'd thought about learning to play Am 'cause then he wouldn't
be charged. He didn't want that because he was only here for one last week anyway
and wanted a clean getaway.
 
He asked if I wanted some spuds, carrots, onions or things from his garden since he
was leaving anyway. I passed...didn't trust the elephants.
 
He asked if I went to Moochs wedding...I told him Ed did but haven't heard from them
since.
He told me heard about the Hurrican warning and that we'd probably get the rain we
needed and said he thought New Orleans was one of the coolest cities and sure
deserved a break. I told him I thought those were some pretty tuff folks and nothing
would armstrong them to quit trying...we both sent our sincere best wishes.
 
He mentioned he'd just gotten to sleep last night and was awaken by a bad dream
that nobody needed guitarist anymore and he had this horrible metal picture that guitarists
looked like possums. He blamed it on his diet. Said the dreams weren't so bad but
all the metal around his place is flaking off. I told him I heard that could happen but as
long as he wasn't Jalucinating it'd be Ok. He went inside after that word....I think he was
still upset about my loud bass playing. 
 
Page 1.  Monday and just hard to find anything worth talking about.
Well I did wind a pickup with 8700 winds and gota 6.5k but my neighbor may
have thought I tied up pups with wire and was going to pour hot wax on 'em...some
things are best left unsaid.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 Spacey this sounds like how I dream sometimes. You seem to be making progress on that pickup.

At long last, a quality mash-up

SteveStrummerUK


At long last, a quality mash-up

Star I'm not sure...yeah I'm getting a handle on making them
but the real deal is sound. I'll be glad to hear them.

I have found that winding pups is very much like guitar building.
Everybody that has experience has their opinions and it's just
hard to really learn the facts unless you find out for yourself.
It is nice to have enough help to get it started but after that...
I think you have to sort out what's up and how ya want to handle it.

I can say that so far the pickup trip has been a lot of fun. Not to expensive
to get started- I haven't acquired everything yet but the wax part shouldn't
add that much.
It's also not as hard to wind. Now getting consistant and consistant results
with variations is something I just don't know yet.
Won't be long-maybe a week and I'll have two Strat style pups to hear comparisons
of and I plan on recording them to post....good or bad.

SteveStrummerUK


At long last, a quality mash-up

A gnat's chuff up?

spacey


my neighbors chain-linked fence this weekend because
I heard some very strange noises...It was mini elephants...
He was kicked back in a lawn chair
reading a book, the autobiography of Bill Bruford and tokin away
listening to his daily jolt of metal.
 
I asked him, whatcha tokin Joe? What does it matter Michael? I said
well on that note it doesn'r really matter but it smells like you wanna be a musician.
He replied he'd thought about learning to play Am 'cause then he wouldn't
be charged. He didn't want that because he was only here for one last week anyway
and wanted a clean getaway.
 
He asked if I wanted some spuds, carrots, onions or things from his garden since he
was leaving anyway. I passed...didn't trust the elephants.
 
He asked if I went to Moochs wedding...I told him Ed did but haven't heard from them
since.
He told me heard about the Hurrican warning and that we'd probably get the rain we
needed and said he thought New Orleans was one of the coolest cities and sure
deserved a break. I told him I thought those were some pretty tuff folks and nothing
would armstrong them to quit trying...we both sent our sincere best wishes.
 
He mentioned he'd just gotten to sleep last night and was awaken by a bad dream
that nobody needed guitarist anymore and he had this horrible metal picture that guitarists
looked like possums. He blamed it on his diet. Said the dreams weren't so bad but
all the metal around his place is flaking off. I told him I heard that could happen but as
long as he wasn't Jalucinating it'd be Ok. He went inside after that word....I think he was
still upset about my loud bass playing. 
 
Page 1.  Monday and just hard to find anything worth talking about.
Well I did wind a pickup with 8700 winds and gota 6.5k but my neighbor may
have thought I tied up pups with wire and was going to pour hot wax on 'em...some
things are best left unsaid.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Hmm...  No mention of beer, naked girls OR becan?

Nothing to see here, move along, move along...