There's a bunch of stuff from my childhood in my parents' basement. While I was there I went and uncovered this sweet piece of luthiery:
It's fretless electric guitar. I made it when I was 14 or 15, I think. I got a boy scout merit badge out of it. So the fretless part of it can be viewed in two ways, either as a sign of my early weirdness or my early laziness. After all, leaving off the frets is one way to make sure that you don't have to worry about measuring them correctly. But, it's also pretty weird to want a fretless guitar. It's strange to think that I was able to wire it up the pickup, the tone knob, and the toggle switch and all that back in the day. I feel like it is a strange coincidence that this thing has re-appeared in my life right now. I guess it's time to make some wicked tracks with fretless guitar or something.
In other, more important news, I woke up to find this:
Does anyone else find this to be kind of surreal? What about Brooke's career? Hulk! You're too old to be wresting anymore! You guys can't let this happen. Linda, what would you do without Hulk? What? What?
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Teenage Woodoworking, Celebrity Divorces
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I hate to break it to you Mike, but I just read an article about how Flea's house in Malibu burnt down. We can only hope that the stuffed animal pants were usually kept in a fireproof safe of some kind.
OMG. Mike, you HAVE to use that axe! What happens when you hook up your midi pick up to it?
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