Fender has made an Andy Summers tribute telecaster guitar. It comes complete with all the scars, dings, and dents of Andy's regular guitar. Except the price is a little different. Andy paid one of his students a few hundred dollars for his guitar.
Fender is only asking $10,500 for a copy of it.
Sounds good to me. I will take two. Since Andy and I are such good friends. I could buy a few other Fender guitars for the price of one Andy Summers.
I own two Fender guitars at the moment. One Custom Shop Stratocaster and a Reissue Telecaster. I bought the Strat because it sounded and played well. The Tele I bought because very light weight ash is hard to find. The lighter the ash the better the sounding the telecaster. That is just my opinion. A heavy telecaster is easy to find. A light one is near to impossible. I only strummed one chord on it and I bought it from a friend of mine who works in a music store. He had set it aside for me when it arrived in the store and he had a chance to pick it up. He immediately called me.
They are the only two fenders that I have not sold a few months after i purchased them. And I have owned at least twenty or thirty Fender guitars.
$10,000 for something that you can make in your shed. People this is not and archtop or acoustic guitar that take months to build and large amounts of skill. It's a slab of ash or alder and some maple for the neck. The necks are bolted on for christ sake. Bolted, not even glued.
Michael Greenfield is an artist and you can buy one of his guitars for about the same money as the Andy Summers guitar. Please, buy one of Michaels before you buy anything like the AS guitar. Please. At least you will have something that was made by a craftsman.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Xmas gift crap
I got a game called "20 Q Music - Rock and Pop" by Radica. It should be from Crapica!
We have found it to be complete and utter crap.
Almost every time we think of a band name it answers Styx.
It has only gotten one right after asking 25 questions. The Eagles was the answer. Such an obscure band.
I didn't think that it was going to get that one at first. It has missed everything else.
So we have taken to asking each other the questions and guess what. We are able to guess the answer in less than 20 most of the time.
Other than that....it's perfect.
We have found it to be complete and utter crap.
Almost every time we think of a band name it answers Styx.
It has only gotten one right after asking 25 questions. The Eagles was the answer. Such an obscure band.
I didn't think that it was going to get that one at first. It has missed everything else.
So we have taken to asking each other the questions and guess what. We are able to guess the answer in less than 20 most of the time.
Other than that....it's perfect.
My little Martha Stewart
We made our annual trip to Kmart this morning to get the jump on the 50% off sale on the Christmas Martha Stewart stuff.
It's better that buying her a present. Just watching her go through the piles of stuff is worth the trip. She finds all kinds of things and makes her plans for next years Christmas.
She won't buy anything unless it is on sale for at leas 30% off. 50% off----bonus.
70% off--------double bonus!
This year she scored and I save over $150 bucks baby.
It's better that buying her a present. Just watching her go through the piles of stuff is worth the trip. She finds all kinds of things and makes her plans for next years Christmas.
She won't buy anything unless it is on sale for at leas 30% off. 50% off----bonus.
70% off--------double bonus!
This year she scored and I save over $150 bucks baby.
Simple Trip
Shamoopie didn't want much for Christmas.
- Trip to Target to use the bloodpressure machine-------No
Seriously---a trip to Target to use the blood pressure machine.
She is a funny one.
- New Kitchenaid 6 quart mixer -------------------------Check
- Under the counter player for her IPOD ----------------Check- Trip to Target to use the bloodpressure machine-------No
Seriously---a trip to Target to use the blood pressure machine.
She is a funny one.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Disappointment
Shamoopie is pregnant and since she is pregnant she has invented many new, well Shamoopyisms.
One of my new favorites is her new feelings toward fruit. We got a case of oranges and grapefruit for Christmas. Shamoopie has only eaten two pieces because "she can't handle the disappointment".
The disappointment if you bite into it and it's bad. Bad fruit has been linked to depression. Not. She knows it's not logical but there will be no convincing her for a little while at least.
One of my new favorites is her new feelings toward fruit. We got a case of oranges and grapefruit for Christmas. Shamoopie has only eaten two pieces because "she can't handle the disappointment".
The disappointment if you bite into it and it's bad. Bad fruit has been linked to depression. Not. She knows it's not logical but there will be no convincing her for a little while at least.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Not being alone
My new buddy does not like being alone. At all. Last night we left him alone for four hours to go to a Christmas party. He had his own party in his crate.
It was not a pretty site. He pulled Shamoopie's favorite comforter into his crate. It was not pretty. He also got my sweatshirt, a pair of pants, and his own blanket. He was mad, frightened, and crazy.
He bent the crate. pretty badly. Good thing we bought the strong one. Once we were home he was fine. He tried to act like nothing had happened. Looking at us like it was burglars that broke in and did it.
It was not a pretty site. He pulled Shamoopie's favorite comforter into his crate. It was not pretty. He also got my sweatshirt, a pair of pants, and his own blanket. He was mad, frightened, and crazy.
He bent the crate. pretty badly. Good thing we bought the strong one. Once we were home he was fine. He tried to act like nothing had happened. Looking at us like it was burglars that broke in and did it.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Black Dirt
Growing up my grandfather had a farm. I worked on it from the time I was eight years old. The dirt was black. He grew onions. Lots and lots of onions. On the farm we also had animals. We had dogs. Mostly retrievers like Gibson.
On the farm I almost lost my left middle finger in a belt on some farm equipment. Luckily I still have it. All you can see now is my split finger nail. I almost lost my life while driving a dump truck and the brakes went out. Mostly I weeded until I was old enough to go into the packing house. Then I drove a forklift or any other vehicle that I had to to get the job done. That was by far the best job. Driving. Until I was old enough there was no driving.. just moving onions.
In the winter we would get railroad cars of onions from Texas and Arizona. My job was to dig down to the bottom of the cars and pull one bag from the front of the car, the middle, and the rear. The FDA inspector would then open the bag and slice open a few onions to check for rotten onions or mold. If everything was fine I got to unload the whole car, one bag at a time. Remember that these are 100 pound bags. If I worked late my mother would bring my dinner to the packing house so I didn't starve to death. My grandfather acted like he didn't care if you lived or died. It took me a while to figure out that that was just an act.
I didn't figure out that it was an act until he had a really bad third heart attack. That's when they replaced his heart valves with parts of the veins in his legs. He was back on the farm in one month. He wasn't allowed to lift anything so my uncle sent me my grandfather. I was instructed to make sure that he didn't get into any trouble. Some job. He decided that we should take over the peeled onion deliveries. He would drive and I would .....well...move all the onions. The year before he had purchased a couple of onion peeling machines and wanted them to be used. They peeled the onions and put them into large fifty pound plastic bags. Again...my job was to move all the fifty pound bags. I was twelve. And I was told not to kill Pop. Everyone knew him as Pop.
On the farm I almost lost my left middle finger in a belt on some farm equipment. Luckily I still have it. All you can see now is my split finger nail. I almost lost my life while driving a dump truck and the brakes went out. Mostly I weeded until I was old enough to go into the packing house. Then I drove a forklift or any other vehicle that I had to to get the job done. That was by far the best job. Driving. Until I was old enough there was no driving.. just moving onions.
In the winter we would get railroad cars of onions from Texas and Arizona. My job was to dig down to the bottom of the cars and pull one bag from the front of the car, the middle, and the rear. The FDA inspector would then open the bag and slice open a few onions to check for rotten onions or mold. If everything was fine I got to unload the whole car, one bag at a time. Remember that these are 100 pound bags. If I worked late my mother would bring my dinner to the packing house so I didn't starve to death. My grandfather acted like he didn't care if you lived or died. It took me a while to figure out that that was just an act.
I didn't figure out that it was an act until he had a really bad third heart attack. That's when they replaced his heart valves with parts of the veins in his legs. He was back on the farm in one month. He wasn't allowed to lift anything so my uncle sent me my grandfather. I was instructed to make sure that he didn't get into any trouble. Some job. He decided that we should take over the peeled onion deliveries. He would drive and I would .....well...move all the onions. The year before he had purchased a couple of onion peeling machines and wanted them to be used. They peeled the onions and put them into large fifty pound plastic bags. Again...my job was to move all the fifty pound bags. I was twelve. And I was told not to kill Pop. Everyone knew him as Pop.
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