foomanfat wrote:I accidentally ordered a trem bar for an AVRI Jag bridge instead of for a Japanese Jag Bridge. Anyone need an AVRI '62 Jaguar/Jazzmaster bar?
You can always use it as a pointer to like...point at shit...
GOOD IDEA BUT NEEDS MORE CAPS
IF YOU POINT AT SHIT WITH IT, PPL WILL KNOW WHAT UR TALKING ABOUT! I HAS MOST FANTASTIC IDEAS PRECIOUS...
D.o.S. wrote:Yeah I have a Godsmack shirt
jwar wrote:Not to be a dick or anything but My Bloody Valentine sucks ass.
My whole life is a shitpost. One. Big. Shit. Post.
foomanfat wrote:I accidentally ordered a trem bar for an AVRI Jag bridge instead of for a Japanese Jag Bridge. Anyone need an AVRI '62 Jaguar/Jazzmaster bar?
Try it out first. I preferred using my CIJ jag arm on my avri jazzy cause it stayed in place and was at a more oblique angle for teh bendz. Maybe the AVRI arm will be neat in the jap?
Tom Dalton wrote:You're a dumbass for making this thread to begin with.
magiclawnchair wrote:fuck that bitter old man
smile_man wrote:
ifeellikeatourist wrote:
Pedals aren't everything, yada, yada, yeah I know.
fuck you.
McSpunckle wrote:I ctrl+f'd mountain goats and decided we aren't friends anymore.
foomanfat wrote:I accidentally ordered a trem bar for an AVRI Jag bridge instead of for a Japanese Jag Bridge. Anyone need an AVRI '62 Jaguar/Jazzmaster bar?
Try it out first. I preferred using my CIJ jag arm on my avri jazzy cause it stayed in place and was at a more oblique angle for teh bendz. Maybe the AVRI arm will be neat in the jap?
I have tried it. It is too thin and doesn't lock in. It just slips in and out.
Hey! Let's talk about serious thing. We're gonna talk about guitar, dude.
daseb wrote:sorry dude, I apologise, val kilmer was a great songwriter and truly understood the mystic ways of the native american.
foomanfat wrote:I accidentally ordered a trem bar for an AVRI Jag bridge instead of for a Japanese Jag Bridge. Anyone need an AVRI '62 Jaguar/Jazzmaster bar?
Try it out first. I preferred using my CIJ jag arm on my avri jazzy cause it stayed in place and was at a more oblique angle for teh bendz. Maybe the AVRI arm will be neat in the jap?
I have tried it. It is too thin and doesn't lock in. It just slips in and out.
I have tried it. It is too thin and doesn't lock in. It just slips in and out
this is why my gf dumped me...
theavondon wrote:
On the same note, I only do post-gay. It's based on elements of homosexuality, but with different structures and dynamics. Oh, and lots of reverb.
you want to hear something really good? the bank put our house into foreclosure on Tuesday because i wasn't able to make a partial payment on the delinquency this week while i've been laid up with my fucked up back barely able to see from the pain. now i'll have to come up with several thousands of dollars i don't have or they can sell the house on 30 days' notice. expect a truly tragic thread in the b/s/t sometime soon. if i don't figure out something clever quickly or beg money from my friend with the annuity--which i swore to myself not to do because i don't want to monetize our friendship--i'm going to have to sell stuff i really don't want to lose. and unless i find a job sooner than later, which looks unlikely as the economy slides down the second slope, it won't make any difference anyway. i have no resources other than a dwindling retirement fund; my parents are dead. the bright side--ha!--is that the constant pain from my back derails my mental process so much that it's impossible to get a full-blown depressive crisis on since i can't concentrate on anything for more than 10 minutes. so i stopped on the way home and bought a CD of David Bowie BBC sessions...blasting that Hunky Dory/Ziggy Stardust material makes me feel better somehow, and the apocalyptic sorrow of "Five Years" somehow stands in for the dreadful feeling of impending loss i feel as i watch my life teeter like a sailing ship on the Edge of the World. i just know i'm gonna regret getting stuck with one whole CD of that "Wild-Eyed Boy From Freecloud" shit, though.
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni
FIFTY YEARS OF SCARING THE CHILDREN 1970-2020--and i'm not done yet
some guy complains that a record i sent him got bent in the post just the cover and says is there reason why i shouldnt leave negative feedback i would usually work with them and be like ill refund it but in his case since he wants to be a dick about i was like do whatever u want u bender
hes got like 8 feedback ratings and hes on his high horse when i have like 200 and clean no negs so i left him a negative one saying a complete bellend and the true definition of a cunt on his page
dubkitty wrote:you want to hear something really good? the bank put our house into foreclosure on Tuesday because i wasn't able to make a partial payment on the delinquency this week while i've been laid up with my fucked up back barely able to see from the pain. now i'll have to come up with several thousands of dollars i don't have or they can sell the house on 30 days' notice. expect a truly tragic thread in the b/s/t sometime soon. if i don't figure out something clever quickly or beg money from my friend with the annuity--which i swore to myself not to do because i don't want to monetize our friendship--i'm going to have to sell stuff i really don't want to lose. and unless i find a job sooner than later, which looks unlikely as the economy slides down the second slope, it won't make any difference anyway. i have no resources other than a dwindling retirement fund; my parents are dead. the bright side--ha!--is that the constant pain from my back derails my mental process so much that it's impossible to get a full-blown depressive crisis on since i can't concentrate on anything for more than 10 minutes. so i stopped on the way home and bought a CD of David Bowie BBC sessions...blasting that Hunky Dory/Ziggy Stardust material makes me feel better somehow, and the apocalyptic sorrow of "Five Years" somehow stands in for the dreadful feeling of impending loss i feel as i watch my life teeter like a sailing ship on the Edge of the World. i just know i'm gonna regret getting stuck with one whole CD of that "Wild-Eyed Boy From Freecloud" shit, though.
Man....I'm sorry man. That really is a bummer. I remember once when my father lost his job and my family couldn't come up with enough money for the mortgage. Luckily I was working full time and was able to cover 3 months of it while my dad found stable work.
and it was cold and it rained so i felt like an actor and i thought about Ma and i wanted to get back there your face, your race, the way that you talk i kiss you, you're beautiful, I NEED YOU TO WALK
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni
FIFTY YEARS OF SCARING THE CHILDREN 1970-2020--and i'm not done yet
i was singing along with that song in the car on the way home today, amazed at how much of the lyric i remembered after not hearing it for at least ten years, and when got to the "i thought i saw you in an ice cream parlor" part i was overwhelmed with images of all the women i've ever loved, the wife, the women between, the second wife, the current partner, all of them rolled into the common humanity "i kiss you...you're beautiful...i need you to walk." (Radiohead, "Pyramid Song": "all my lovers were there with me...all my past and future...and we all went to heaven in a little row boat...there was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt".) for the man who was portrayed in the press as the heartless alien, the bringer of the brutally polysexual Clockwork Future, to telescope the whole of humanity into a cry to one beloved as representative of ALL that will be lost and missed is such a heart-rending feat of artistic genius. fuck Peter Gabriel and his intellectual bullshit and his tribal pretensions. they treated him like a Nazi--fair play, he DID lay down the Nietzche pretty heavily for awhile there (e.g. "The Supermen" and "Oh! You Pretty Things") but in so many ways Bowie was SUCH a gentle humanist. after all, what did the Starman say? "let all the children boogie."
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni
FIFTY YEARS OF SCARING THE CHILDREN 1970-2020--and i'm not done yet
bums me out so hard
