bubstance wrote:So I ordered a neck for a project. A 1960's Fender Mustang neck that had all this cool neck wear and shit... awesome looking neck. The guy I bought it from refinishes stuff for supplementary income and is somewhat praised on OSG for his high quality work. So I decide to have him refinish the neck before he sends it off to me. Total came out to $350-ish for neck and refinish, with the usual "I'll get it done real quick-like, it'll be there pretty soon, maybe a month". That was 6 months ago. Just got it today. IT HAS BLACK OVERSPRAY FROM ANOTHER PROJECT ON IT AND IT HAS FUCKING FINGERPRINT SMUDGES AND IT MOST LIKELY WASN'T DRY WHEN IT WENT INTO THE FUCKING BUBBLE WRAP. SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
So I asked for a refund for the paint, 'cause the neck is bitchin'. Am I in the right?
maz91379 wrote:am drunkish wish i had people to stumble around in the dark at a park or cool place of some sort and or friends as it's a fairly nice "australian winter" autumn ish night people have lit fires so it's all smokey and nice. I guess i will have to settle for kitty snuggling and lone alcoholism.
you just described like a scene from mtv the hills or something
drove the fucking 40 minutes (door to door + beer supply stop at a gas station) to my rehearsal room and voilà:
I FORGOT THE FUCKING KEYS
No, I will not be able to experiment with my new and newish pedals at a decent fucking volume for the fucking whole fucking fuck of a week. I won't even be able to check out the Moog Delay or the Sonic Titan or the Mini Fazer at bedroom fucks of fucking volume. BECAUSE THOSE ARE IN THE REHEARSAL ROOM! I feel like breaking someone's toes and ripping out fingernails. There is no madness like being mad at the fucking piece of snot you are yourself. FUCK THE LOSER THAT FORGOT HIS KEYS, WASTED MORE THAN ONE AND A HALF HOURS DRIVING AROUND LIKE THE PILE OF SHIT HE IS.
FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCK I have a show coming up and the damn asshole who I bought my M9 from sent me the wrong fucking package! now I have some assholes car stereo and I'm in dire need of my old DL4 or some kind of second Delay pedal before the 24th. FUCKING FUCK FUCK SHIT FUCK.
Bullshit fuck.
Achtane wrote:The whole super-submissive robotic dying cat girl with mosaic for junk thing...BLEH
I was going through old clips I've recorded, as I often do, and came across a sound I liked...but I don't know which pedals I was using. Just a super broken fuzzed out sound. On a plus side, I did find a bunch of cool clips from when I got the disaster transport.
bob the r0bot wrote:I listened to "Friday" twice of my own volition....JESUS CHRIST, WHAT HAVE I BECOME!
i recently threatened to learn it on acoustic guitar and use it as the climactic tune of a projected set at one of the local open mics, which would also have included "Race For The Prize," probably "Trap Door" by T Bone Burnett which i always play in those situations, and maybe one of my own songs. i haven't done one of those dealios for eons, though, and i don't know that i still have my go-up-and-hit-them-in-the-nuts solo performing style any more.
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni
FIFTY YEARS OF SCARING THE CHILDREN 1970-2020--and i'm not done yet
