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I'm in Florida now, Bitches!!!!
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Posted:Apr 14, 2012 9:28 pm
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I took a vacation and I'm now presently in florida! 
I flew down to Florida today with one of my Ho's! It seemed like the thing to do at the time. Here I am sitting at the table of my hotel suite, it's on the beach. I'll have more pictures of this adventure posted here as it progresses! Look for pictures of me sailing, partying, and passed out piss drunk on the beach. I know you couldn't be here with me, so I'll be drinking your share of booze as well. Don't bother to thank me! The flight was non stop from Philadelphia. I rented an infinity G37 for my wheels. It has every modern convenience known to man built into it and it's got like four hundred horses under the hood. Yeah, it's real piece of shit! I out ran virtually everything on the road on our way to the hotel here. My room sucks too. I have a bedroom, living room, kitchen and a balcony, as well as every amenity you can think of in here as well. I'm going to go sit in the jacuzzi after I post this. Tomorrow night I'll be hitting the bars, and hearing the great bands, as well as a few strip clubs. Since I've been here for a few hours, you wouldn't believe the crazy shit I've witnessed here already. Think of a " Girls Gone Wild " video? You'll get the idea! Wow, I'll tell you, between my extravagant shopping sprees for music equipment, my obscene display of ostentatious conspicuous consumption at the Van Halen shows, and now this lavish trip to Florida!  As you can see, my life really sucks! I know all this stuff may seem like a dirty job, but someone has to do it? So, it might as well be me, I suppose. I'll be posting more pictures and stuff as this progresses, or I might wait till I get back and post the whole thing? I'll see how I feel. Hey, while I'm down here, I might stop by and say " Hi " to Tim! If I see him, I'll tell him all the shit K and J and been running their cocksuckers. Maybe I can persuade him to take a trip with me, and I'll stop by your place so you can face both of us at the same time.  How would that be for your bitch asses? I don't know where I'll end up in the course of this adventure I'm on, so...............Erica, you might want to run the vacuum and tidey up a bit, in case I bring an entourage through there in a couple of days? You know me, you never know what I'll do, or what I'm capable of. Stay alert, I'll be posting more as this drunken expensive adventure continues, See ya laterz! 
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LOL! I just read Jay's typical jealous response for his reaction to learning I'm off on another extravagant tear again. Hey, just because you're a jealous baby with no life and in a fucked up long distance relationship, doesn't mean you have to act like it all the time. I used to do battle in the ring like a gladiator with lethal fighters for years. I think that shows more bravery and character then someone who thinks they're brave because they could deny people their yard privileges at their job in a prison. And if you ever came face to face with Tim, or me for that matter, you'd shit yourself. Anyway, I just woke up. I'm going to take a shower and go out for breakfast. Then I'm going for a walk on the beach! There's a million things to do down here in Jimmy Buffet land. I could get used to this lifestyle real easy! That car I have, the Infinity G37, it's brand new and has all this ultra sophisticated stuff, with gadgets and gizmo's on it. Trying to operate it, is like trying to pilot the Space Shuttle! I'm getting used to it though. I don't know what I'll be doing today, but it will probably involve, having lots of fun, drinking, the beach and ocean, and drunk girls taking their tops off in public. You can contrast that with whatever your day is like where ever you are. What ever you're doing, I'm relatively certain, it won't be anything like my day! Laterz
P.S. Hey, Jay, since you're going to be skulking around my neighborhood trying to stalk me in my area. While I'm down here, could you stop by my house and check to see everything is all right, like the stove is off and stuff? And don't touch my guitars or I'll break your fingers, bitch. 
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Posted:Mar 8, 2012 7:52 am
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" Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and fate
I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game "
Oh look, I took another honeymoon! That's an inside joke for my obsessed, judgmentally impaired, fan base that will also be reading this. Anyway, for the rest of you normal people out there, can clearly see, I went to a Van Halen concert in style. Everything I do, has style, even when I'm kicking your ass. My ex used to tell me, " the thing I like about you the most, is your good taste "! For this show, since I was going to be doing everything first class, I knew I had to take my Jewish Princess with me. I could have taken any woman, of course, and they would have had a great time too. But, I like taking her, because first, she takes naturally to this stuff. It's like, she's totally in her element, with chauffeurs and people surrounding her, waiting on her hand and foot. Also, while were engaged in these activities, she recognizes things that I overlook, and mentions it to me. Like, if the wait staff isn't showing the proper attitude in performing their duties. Then she'll tell me not to leave them a good tip. I still do anyway, even if someone isn't showing the proper attitude for their job, that doesn't mean their family should have to suffer, especially if its a woman. In that case I'll leave a good tip no matter what, but don't tell the Princess that, she'll get mad at me.  The show is in Philly, or Philadelphia, and my girl friend lives there too. When I called to reserve the limousine, I told them to pick us up at her place. The show was at seven thirty and dinner reservations were at six. The car was scheduled to arrive at five thirty. I arrived at her place few hours early. She lives in center city. It's a bitch to find parking, and I'm leery of leaving my suped up hot rod on the street in Philly. But, her car was parked there too, and no one ever messes with it, so I figured I'd be okay for a few hours. Incidentally, if you live in Philadelphia, stealing cars is almost like a legitimate profession down there. Anyway, I couldn't ring the bell, because I didn't know which button belonged to her apartment. They don't write the name on there. I guess it must be some sort of safety precaution to help ward off the killers, , and home invasion gangs? So, I called her on my cell. She says, " where are you "? I reply, " I'm standing on your fucking door step, let me in before I get shot "! LOL! She says " she'll be right down ". Which for any man reading this, you know that means another twenty minutes. So, twenty minutes later she finally comes down to open the front door. Her apartment is crowded with guitars and music equipment. It's just like my place, but worse. She's a musician and singer, performer and recording star. She works a regular job once in a while, but most of the time she just does her music. And yes, in case you're wondering, she's rich! I asked her if she'd been viewing my videos on you tube. She glared at me and then replied that she was. I took that to mean, she's not happy either with the homage I've been paying to my muse on the videos lately. So, I did some quick thinking and I changed the subject. Hey, I haven't survived this long being totally stupid. She was still getting ready, of course. You could give a woman a weeks notice to start getting ready, and she'll still be working on it up until the moment you have to leave. While she was in the bedroom getting dressed, I set up my lap top and did some work. Then I called the limo service and asked " where the fuck is my ride "? He told me " he's on the way ". Then I tell the Queen, her chariot has arrived, and we must depart, post haste, oh dear "! Of course, she fucks around for another twenty minutes. I knew she'd do that, that's why I told her we must leave at once, because by the time she actually would be ready, the car would arrive. See, I only look stupid! We go down stairs, and I tell the driver, I have a cooler full of champagne I want to transfer from my car into the limo. He asks me," which car is mine "? I tell him," the cool one ". So, we pile in. For those of you that aren't familiar with me, this isn't the first time I've ever road in a limousine. I've been in so many of these things over the years, I consider myself a connoisseur. You can see what it looks like in the picture at the top of this post. It was a big long monster, a super stretch. I always ride in those, even the regular limo's got to be too cramped for my tastes. That's just how I roll! That's me and the Queen, I blotted out her face, because I don't want any fall out from people around here to ever adversely affect her in real time, someday. So, we get in and pop a bottle of champagne. We were having dinner first at this really nice first class restaurant on the river. I've dined there before, it's very upscale and first class. The picture of the two of us in front of the limo was taken in front of the Restaurant. After we were seated, by a hostess that had the biggest fucking tits I'd ever seen! She was very classy, and wore a partially low cut top. As soon as I saw those mammoth mastodons, a switch went on inside me! That explains why later, when we were back in the car, I closed the partition with the driver, and pulled the Queens tits out and started devouring them! She kept trying to stop me, yeah, good luck with that. Later, when we were seated, I look up from my menu, and there was the hostesses mammeries hanging in front of my face again. Apparently, they give you a complimentary copy of your menu tied in a cloth bow, as a memento for the occasion. I would have rather had five minutes with those giant tits in mouth, but, I wasn't about to complain. I know the hostess did that, bend over to place those menus on the table, just to give me another peak at her udders. Anyway, we had a great waiter. He was this young hip black dude with a shaved head. And yes, I believe he was gay! But, he was a nice gay man! The first thing he said to us was, " are the two of you Rock Stars ". I was about to say, something stupid, then I just said, " yeah, we are, is it that obvious ". I guess we do look like icons, I know I do, anyway, because I hear that a lot when I'm out and about, especially if I'm dressed like this. I she ordered the Filet mignon and I had the stuffed flounder. And yes, again, it was excellent. Probably one of the best Goddamn meals I've had in a long, long freaking time. I ordered an expensive glass of wine and I ate caviar for my appetizer. I think I've had that before, it tastes tangy or salty for those that have never tried it. So, I'm sitting there, drinking my expensive champagne, eating caviar and admiring the beautiful view of the river you can see what it looks like in the picture from the previous post I have here. Then I had to take a leak. Negotiating your way around this restaurant is tricky. First it's dark, and the whole place is round, like a dinner plate. There are no corners to reference from. Then, it has a fountain running through out the entire structure. You feel like you're going to step into it and get washed away. It runs parallel with all the steps and walk ways. When my date walks around there, she always holds onto the railings, because that rushing water can easily disorientate you and make you dizzy! I finally make it to the head. And of course it's one of these ultra modern jobs. You can't tell the sink from the urinal. I think I pissed in the urinal, but I'm not certain. Why don't they just invent a robot to come out and shake your dick for you, after you piss? After dinner, we had a chocolate souffle. We had to order it early, because our waiter told us it takes time to prepare. So, at one point our waiter asks us " how long we've known one another "? I told him and then he asks, " have you been married in any of that time "? At which point, the Queen glares at me, because she's been bugging me for a ring lately. I quickly give our waiter the cut sign with my hand at my throat, and say, " XXXXXX, (his real name) shhhhhh! you're messing with my game, man ". He understands immediately and walks away. So, then before our food arrives, my date, the Jewish Princess, insists we say grace with the lords prayer. After which, I comment " hey, I thought you're people killed Christ "?! She glares at me again, like she wants to stab me in the face with a fork. LOL! I then say, " well, they did "! By now, you're probably wondering why she puts up with me like she does. I obviously treat her the same way I talk to you mofo's here. Well, there's a short and easy answer for that. " I'm rich "! Hello Mcfly, is anybody home? Duh, like you couldn't figure that out? So after our scrumptious dinner, we drag our well heeled asses out front where are limo is waiting for us. I called the driver and informed him we'd be coming out. What did people do before cell phones? Anyway, like I said, as soon as we got in the back, I started the Queens tits. I was still hungry, I guess? Finally we arrive at the arena. I had exclusive private box suite. Before we even get in, because we were in the VIP section for arrivals, some guard, at the gate, comes up to my window and asks to see our tickets. I hand them to him and ask him " what's this about "? He tells, me, it's to see if I'm on the list! The list?! I thought," goody goody fucking golly gum drops ", I still might get to hang with Eddie before the show and talk about guitars and what bitch it was, to be married to a fucking Italian, catholic, fucking princess that thinks she's queen of the fucking world. He used to be married to Valerie Bertenilli, and I was married to her doppelganger or evil twin. And in both of our cases, they never understood or appreciated how hard it was for a hard drinking and partying, Rock Star, guitar virtuoso, to cope with the pressures of our jobs. Just sayin... So, the guard makes a few calls, he could have been speaking to the bands management themselves? I gave him my real name, maybe I should have given a false one, and said I was Bon Jovi or something like that, maybe I could have gotten a backstage pass? Hmmmmm?! I'll have to remember that for next time! So, he hands me back the tickets and says I'm not on the list!  I say, " okay " and tell the driver to proceed to the VIP drop off area. I'd been there before of course, but I hadn't been to this exclusive level yet. I go in, and the first thing I notice, is, there is security out the wazoo! If you're ever thinking of sneaking in through there, you better fucking think again, seriously. When we get in the elevator, I didn't even have to say anything. There was a security guard and an operator for the elevator. The porter tells him to take us to the executive suite level. Just think, a shit bag like me, standing there with my long hair and Rock Star clothes, is going to be partying with the rich and famous elite! In case you're wondering, no, life isn't fair, and then you die! But, anyway, As soon as we step off the elevator there is another attendant. This persons job, is to see you find your private, exclusive suite properly. We follow her, and she opens the door to our domain for the evening. We had to share it with a few other rich guys, but it was okay, they were all extremely cool. And with them, I knew, I didn't have to worry about getting my jacket stolen or anything like that, for a change. The suite is really nice, with everything you think they have there, a bar, champagne, a giant flat screen tv, phones, computers, anything you think rich powerful people might want or need to use. I tell our private waiter, to bring us a bottle of the most expensive champagne. After which, he brings it in a metal bucket full of ice. I ask him " how much "? He says " it's like a couple of hundred or something ". I reach in my pocket and pull out a wad of bills, I didn't even count it, I just said, " here, keep the change "! He looks at me, then says, " yes sir " and opens the bottle and pours it for us. I take my glass and wander out onto our terrace into the arena. Kool and the gang were the opening act. They were pretty good. The place was packed, or sold out. It was Van Halen after all, one of the biggest Rock Bands in the world, and Eddies my personal guitar God! Ever since I saw his picture on that bedroom wall, in that shitty suck ass job a I had as a . I've been a disciple of Van Halen ever since. I've even mastered his style of playing and owned the same equipment that Eddie uses. Fucking A dude! Anyway, as you can probably tell, I've been drinking and I'm getting progressively more intoxicated as the evening progresses. My date is flitting about, being the social gadfly with everyone. I saw her talking to one of the guys, and I thought he was standing too close to her. Another thing about me, when I drink, sometimes I get mean! Then she comes over to me, and I ask her, " what's that all about "? She knows by my tone, that things could erupt into violence in an instant. She tries to placate me, and calm me down, " it's nothing, he just wanted to know some things about the show ". I look at her suspiciously, she knows that look. Then she says, " it's nothing, don't you start trouble again, just relax ". I was about to go off, but then something distracted me, I think something happened in the arena. I looked away, and had another drink, and forgot about it. When Van Halen came out, they were great as usual. Eddies playing is in top form. And with David Lee back in the front man role, he brings a lot of energy and attitude to the show again. I think that's what a lot of the original fans of the band missed, when they had Sammy and Gary in the lead singer role. There's no one like David Lee Roth, as a front man. The guy lives the role twenty four seven! Incidentally, he and I dated a few of the same women, back in the day. The show was good. Like the limousines, I've been to many many Van Halen concerts. They're always excellent and a memorable experience. This was the first time I filmed one. It's harder to get cameras and stuff through the regular entrances. When we went in the VIP area, they hardly looked at us. When you go through the entrance for the cheaper seats, they give you a body cavity search. You can see from the pictures I had here and if you watch the footage I uploaded on my you tube page " badnews008 " you can get a good idea and a pretty good perspective for our vantage point and view. After " Jump " the show was over. I had ordered more booze of course after the champagne ran out. Nobody thought anything, or commented for all the money I was throwing around for booze. Rich people! We got back in the elevator and went back down to where the common people were gathered. I'm told they're just like us, but I have my suspicions? Anyway, instead of going out, we went into the arena area to buy some souvenirs, I got a T shirt. Pierre Robert was there, the famous D J from WMMR, a big long time rock station in Philly. My date went up to him and gave him a hug, they're good friends. So, I called the driver and told him to meet us out front. I crawled into the big long ass car I rented and passed out. My date woke me up when we arrived back at her place. I don't remember anything else until the next day. I think I had sex? I hope it was with her? Well, that was my big extravagant evening out at the Van Halen show! Till next time!
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March 5 Philadelphia 2
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Posted:Mar 8, 2012 7:40 am
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Living the high life is a dirty job, but someone has to do it!
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Sexy Dragon Magic!
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Posted:Mar 8, 2012 7:27 am
Last Updated:May 28, 2013 12:07 pm
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Stay Frosty
" I journeyed to the North
to hear what the preacher said
“your arms are too short to box with God,
learn these words instead”
Gold tooth reflected
My advice is free
There’s a trick to Christian values and its compulsory.
Stay Frosty
In a world without end
Stay Frosty
Like the ancient immortals said
Don’t want em to get your goat
Don’t show em where its hid and that’s just what I did
I travelled to the South
The ancient Rabbi appeared to me
Voice heavy with the sands of time
he made me see
Same as Kabalah Dave but for you it’s free
God guides us on our journey
But be careful where you put your feet
Stay frosty
that’s what the preacher man said
Stay Frosty
his words still racket in my head
Can’t control your future
can’t control your friends
in a world without ends…
Stay Frosty!
I looked to the East
I struggled to stay afloat
A solitary Buddhist Monk
threw me a rope
Looked me in the eye
Don’t make me say this twice
You want to be a monk, you to cook a lot of rice
Stay Frosty
In a world without end
Stay Frosty
Work hard at this my friends
Look beyond the Kung Fu fighting
God is love
best get it in writing
I wandered out West
to the California Coast
Where the folks who know about frostiness stay frostiest the most
my brand new landlord
proposed me a toast, “My West Coast host”
Stay Frosty
Chant it like a Mantra
Stay Frosty
and there’s nothing you cant handle
far and wide far as you can handle
trust in Allah
But tie up your camel, and remember…
Stay Frosty!!
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Excalibur!
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Posted:Mar 8, 2012 7:13 am
Last Updated:May 28, 2013 12:06 pm
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Sword in the Stone
I heard Peter Frampton got his guitar back. It's the one in the picture here. It is a fifty four Les Paul that was modified by having it routed out and a third humbucking pick up was placed in the middle between the bridge and neck pick ups. As I have said, for musicians, a guitar can be very special. It's more then just an instrument of a tool you use to create music. Sometimes it can have supernatural qualities attributed to it. In Peters case, he received it as a gift from someone. He was using a 335ES Gibson semi hollow body. He couldn't get the sound he wanted, so when he tried this Les Paul with the third pickup added in the middle, it became his signature guitar. Most big names have a guitar that's identified with them. Jimmy Page, the 59 Les Paul cherry sunburst. Eric Clapton, the black stratocaster, Jimi Hendrix, the white stratocaster turned upside down to be played left handed. Angus Young the Gibson SG, and Eddie Van Halen has several, all designed by him personally, the Kramer or Frankenstein strat, the Ernie Ball Music man, and the Wolfgang guitar that was first manufactured by Peavy and now Fender instruments. In Peters case, his guitar possessed his mojo as well. I may have heard this story, but had forgotten it. Now that's he's reclaimed his original guitar after so long, I understand the significance of it. In the late seventies, Peter Frampton was on top of the world! He was an ace gun slinger virtuoso guitarist, he had a break through smash album, " Frampton Comes Alive "! He was also a pop star and a cultural phenomenon. He had everything an artist could ever want, he had the look, the sound, and was a phenomenal musician with a hit selling record. Then, interestingly, he was to, head to south america for a tour, and his guitar, the Les Paul with the three humbuckers, and other gear were en route on another plane, ahead of him, and the plane crashed. It was believed at the time that everything on board was lost. Four people also died. After that, Peters career went down in flames, as well. It's still unbelievable to me, that he was so popular one moment and then became like a joke and was quickly forgotten. After his main axe and guitar were gone, he made some disastrous career decisions, like starring in Sargent Peppers Lonely Hearts Club band movie, with the Bee Gees. That film, was one of the biggest stink bombs in the history of movies! He appeared on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine with his shirt off, and for some reason, it worked against him. He wasn't taken seriously as a musician any longer. And then he was regulated to the dust bin, with all of his records. He tried to make a come back a couple of times but it never panned out. So, after all this time, just recently, his guitar, that was thought to be lost in a fire, resurfaced. Someone, apparently, was rooting around the wreckage of the crash, and saved it. It was in storage all this time, because the owner had no idea what it was, or who it belonged to. When he took it in to be repaired. Thankfully, someone who knew something about guitars, recognized it, and proceeded to procure it and give it back to it's rightful owner, Peter Frampton. He did, and now, it seems, after all this time, Peters career is on the up swing again! Isn't that interesting? I've known about the urethral properties of these instruments for a long time. I could probably give you more examples if I researched it? I know in my own experience with my guitars, I have a similar relationship with them. When I sold most of my guitars ten years ago. I didn't sell all of them. I kept the ones I felt I had the most connections with, which in that case were my two Van Halen guitars. The rest, I felt indifferent to, although, I still do regret selling my Les Paul now. The thing about that was, I had acquired it, at the same time I started dating my ex. So, I always associated it with her! Also, it wasn't the right color. I wanted a cherry sunburst, like I have now, it was a brown sunburst. That was my mistake, I was still learning about guitars at the time, so I was still not fully aware of things relating to them. But the Ernie Ball music man was my main axe for a long time! Even when I owned many others, I still used that as my " go to " guitar for performing and recording. I just liked it more than all the others. And then it became my signature guitar for everyone who knew me and were familiar with my performances, from the clubs and everything else. Even before I received it, I had it on order for about three months. And there was a buzz about it, and how special it was, within my circle fellow Rock Star friends I had at the time! They had to make it from scratch, because I'm left handed. It was made at the same place Jimi Hendrix used to get his guitars and equipment from, Manny's on 48th street in Manhattan New York! The measurements were taken directly off of Mr. Edward Van Halens guitar and they even sanded down the wear marks in the grooves, so when I played it, it would all ready have the worn in feel to it. That guitar has been through thick and thin with me ever since! At one point, I made the mistake of leaving it out on a stand for a while, and it fell on disrepair. I was amazed how fucked up it got, just from leaving it out. I bumped the stand once and it fell over. The pick up got messed up, and from leaving out in the changing temperatures of the room, the neck got warped too. At one point, it got so bad, I couldn't even play it properly. It was out of tune, and the frets started buzzing out when I depressed the strings. All of that, just from leaving it out on a stand. I had it fixed and repaired of course, and now it plays better then ever. I've even had it modified and improved even more recently. While I was acquiring new instruments. I installed Wolfgang pickups and a Dtuna on the floyd rose bridge. And I now keep it in the case when I'm not playing it. These things are called " instruments " for a reason. They're not toys, they're not tools, they're not pieces of furniture to be strewn about. Even if your a novice or don't really play much. You should keep your instrument in a case in a warm dry place. Regardless of the cost or the value of the instrument. If you leave it out, or throw it in a closet unprotected. When you actually do go to use it, it won't work for you! You'll have to take it somewhere and have someone work on it to get it into playing condition. That is if you ever intend to make music with it? If you just want to hang it on a wall, and use it for decoration, or to impress women. Usually, if a girl thinks you can play, that's always a plus for you! I own a lot of guitars, and I keep everyone of them stored in their cases. The more expensive ones, I have in hard shell cases. The cheaper ones, I just use bags, but they're still not exposed to the elements. Also dust and dirt can cause you big problems with your instruments. If your electrical wiring gets gunked up, it will make the volume pots blank out in spots when your turning the volume knob. Also, the strings are very sensitive to air and temperatures differences. If the strings get corroded, they could affect the rest of the instrument and cause the metal to oxidize. Also you won't be able to tune it properly. And it will scrape your fingers trying to play gunked up strings. I only bring out my instruments when I want to photograph them, or to show how big my collection had become. The rest of the time they're stored away. So remember, never leave your instruments out and exposed to the elements, it's harmful to them. And don't fuck your girlfriend in the ass either! It's not polite!
As I've said, I referred to my guitars as my . Because to me, they each have a distinct and separate personality all their own. For those of you who are not musicians, you may wonder why I need so many guitars? I don't! I only need one, or two. My strat and an acoustic, and that's it. With those two instruments, I can re-create millions of songs and tones. In fact, I don't even need that. You could give me the cheapest piece of crap guitar you can find, and I can make it sound magnificent! The instrument is only as good as the person holding it. But, when you become a player, I mean a real one. You will want more instruments, because you won't want to work as hard to create the tones you want to get out of them. Now, when I'm going to play a song, for a video. I know by the tone, the guitar has, in context of the song, which instrument I'm going to use. I could use anything, and I doubt most people would know the difference. If you only have a few guitars, that's okay too. I only use the same instrument used on the original recording, because I can afford to. But it really doesn't make a difference unless your recording and need to get a specific sound. Otherwise, you can use whatever you want.
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Posted:Mar 8, 2012 7:05 am
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Tattoo
" I got Elvis on my elbow
and when I flex Elvis talks
I got hula girls on the back of my leg
and she hulas when I walk
Speak in cherry red
Screaming lectric green
Purple mountain's majesty really talk to me
Talk to me babe
Swap-Meet Sally
Trampstamp Cat
Mousewife to Momshell in the time it took to get that new tattoo
Tattoo-tattoo
(Tattoo, tattoo)
Show me your dragon magic
(Tattoo, tattoo)
So autobiographic!
Best believe that need will work you
Best deceive these true colors that follow one of your false virtues
Here's a secret to make you think
Why is the crazy stuff we never said poetry in ink
Speak in day-glow red
Explodo paint
Purple mountain's majesty tell me you, I'll show you me
Swap-Meet Sally
Trampstamp Cat
Mousewife to Momshell in the time it took to get that new tattoo, tattoo-tattoo
Woo!
(Tattoo, tattoo)
Sexy dragon magic
(Tattoo, tattoo)
So very autobiographic!
(Tattoo, tattoo)
Got a hold on me
(Tattoo, tattoo)
You put a spell on meeeee!
Uncle Danny had a gold tattoo
He fought for the unions
Some of us still do
On my shoulder is a number of the Chapter he was in
That number is forever like the struggle here to win
Everybody!
Swap-Meet Sally
Trampstamp Cat
Mousewife to Momshell in the time it took to get that new tattoo, tattoo-tattoo
Tattoo
ta..too!
(Tattoo, tattoo)
Sexy dragon magic
(Tattoo, tattoo)
So very autobiographic!
(Tattoo, tattoo)
You got a hold on me
(Tattoo, tattoo)
You put a spell on me
(Tattoo, tattoo)
I'm in love with you
(Tattoo, tattoo)
Show me, show me your
(Tattoo, tattoo)
Look at me, look at you!
(Tattoo, tattoo)
Whoa!
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