The New Policy; Update; 12-string Guitarists
I'm doing pretty well with the new "no blogs" policy, actually. It's hard for me to not bear my soul or post inane shit, really. I have some gear angst to post 'bout this weekend, or soon, though.
At work, I've been covering vacations for two weeks, and getting home late and drinking less (have to be thinking sort of clear in the a.m.), and kind of sick with some hurtful version of bad-ass-steve. That rat-bastard is back; trying to kill me. At least it isn't his brother, right? It all started with either the Chinese "medicine" or the Vietnamese food. Kip would damn zipper-heads at this point (he's allowed to say that shit, but unfortunately I'll start incorporatin' it into the JZ vernacular), but I'm more concerned with getting well and dealin' with this (amazing, really) shit. I feel better after some beverages, and I'm certain that I'll sleep through the night. I need to eat apples or flaked instant potatoes or popcorn (poopcorn) or under-cooked pasta.
Today, Mahoney and I had a morning meeting regarding the contract with the landfill. He apparently didn't feel like an open fly was an issue. I'm glad that he felt like putting on pants this morning. The old guy embarrasses me unbeknownst to him. He's always done that, though ("you've got big tits," etc). I wish that I had a little more control over the business, but he goes out of his way to elude me (then he gets pissed that I'm not reading minds).
Ross is my only friend that understands the acronym RCH as a unit of measurement. It must be like an "Oklahoma guarantee" or something. My mom taught me of that unit, and the guarantee.
Ross is interested in chorus pedals, apparently. I told him that they're satanic for bass players. He actually really likes 12-string guitar, it seems. That's more easy for my lame ears to deal with. Personally, I LOVE the 12-string sound. Some 12-string guitar video clips that I enjoy:
Stairway to Heaven (live, from The Song Remains The Same). The 12 starts at the 2nd verse (in my best estimation, that's what I'd call it).
Jimi's version of All Along the Watchtower...all the rhythm guitar is 12-string acoustic, and the timing is so so so strange on the up-beat:
I've heard that Jimi himself played the bass line himself, after Noel stormed out of the session. The other rumor is that Billy Cox played it. I don't care, because I first heard it on a jukebox in College Station, TX, at a burger place, and it blew my mind.
This is a terrible cover/tribute version. On Quaaludes, or something. Lots of echo on the vocal.
Of course, there's the 'King of the 12-string," Leadbelly....
That classical-style headstock is badass, totally.
At work, I've been covering vacations for two weeks, and getting home late and drinking less (have to be thinking sort of clear in the a.m.), and kind of sick with some hurtful version of bad-ass-steve. That rat-bastard is back; trying to kill me. At least it isn't his brother, right? It all started with either the Chinese "medicine" or the Vietnamese food. Kip would damn zipper-heads at this point (he's allowed to say that shit, but unfortunately I'll start incorporatin' it into the JZ vernacular), but I'm more concerned with getting well and dealin' with this (amazing, really) shit. I feel better after some beverages, and I'm certain that I'll sleep through the night. I need to eat apples or flaked instant potatoes or popcorn (poopcorn) or under-cooked pasta.
Today, Mahoney and I had a morning meeting regarding the contract with the landfill. He apparently didn't feel like an open fly was an issue. I'm glad that he felt like putting on pants this morning. The old guy embarrasses me unbeknownst to him. He's always done that, though ("you've got big tits," etc). I wish that I had a little more control over the business, but he goes out of his way to elude me (then he gets pissed that I'm not reading minds).
Ross is my only friend that understands the acronym RCH as a unit of measurement. It must be like an "Oklahoma guarantee" or something. My mom taught me of that unit, and the guarantee.
Ross is interested in chorus pedals, apparently. I told him that they're satanic for bass players. He actually really likes 12-string guitar, it seems. That's more easy for my lame ears to deal with. Personally, I LOVE the 12-string sound. Some 12-string guitar video clips that I enjoy:
Stairway to Heaven (live, from The Song Remains The Same). The 12 starts at the 2nd verse (in my best estimation, that's what I'd call it).
Jimi's version of All Along the Watchtower...all the rhythm guitar is 12-string acoustic, and the timing is so so so strange on the up-beat:
I've heard that Jimi himself played the bass line himself, after Noel stormed out of the session. The other rumor is that Billy Cox played it. I don't care, because I first heard it on a jukebox in College Station, TX, at a burger place, and it blew my mind.
This is a terrible cover/tribute version. On Quaaludes, or something. Lots of echo on the vocal.
Of course, there's the 'King of the 12-string," Leadbelly....
That classical-style headstock is badass, totally.
posted by Jeremy at
6:14 PM
2 Comments:
I prefer the term "chink" or "gook" or "Nip" or...wait, "zipperhead" does have a nice ring to it. Sorry, I just watched Gran Torino and thought it was hilarious. I once said Damon's name on stage was "Guinea Gwailo" - it has a nice ring to it. But everyone can be a fuckin' Eye-talian.
By the way, the scrambled password to post anonymously was "contin" as in "Oxy"--it's one of the few joys of posting anonymously.
- TM
It's almost like I'm the one deciding the secret words.
I don't get "zipperhead," but I don't dare mention anything 'bout 'nam at work--I'll get an ear full that I really don't want.
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