Airplane chardo mixed with a slight hint of jet fuel, foggy San Diego air, mom's cooking, new 3-week-old nephew, Roberto's Mexican food. Life is good, and my nose is happy.
You'll be happy to know I found the guitar I need, per my musings of a couple weeks back. Brand stinkin' new Gibson LP Jr, double-cut, TV yellow (they have a red one too, but I think the yellow is a bit saucy...), 2 lovely P-90 pickups, neck like a corked Louisville Slugger, sounds like god, hanging on the wall at Rocker Geetars here in SF. Only $1850. Yikes. Steve says I need a Parker; I maintain the poor fellow's on glue. Search my soul as I might, I need a Parker like a moose needs a hat rack. They're just so...oh, how to put this somewhat diplomatically...lame. Ugly. So non rocking it's embarrassing, especially the single cut. Sorry Bwana; thanks for the tip, but no Parker for me. It's that Gibbo I got me sights on. Might need to take out a loan.
Posted by eric at October 21, 2005 08:51 PM