Postby WildcatOne » Tue May 29, 2007 9:42 pm
This guitar will last me for the rest of my life. Friday night before last, we played at Bojangles on NASA Rd 1. I gotta say straight-out, I absolutely SUCKED so bad I could have went out into the parking lot and cranked up a Harley by wrapping my mouth around the exhaust pipe...I could blame the lighting (I couldn't see that my tuner was a half-step flat and didn't find out until we started the first song...SKRONK!) or the keyboard player for being out for 2 weeks, or I could have blamed the pimp down the street selling crack and yelling something about my mommy at me. Bottom line: I hadn't played that bad since I used to do drugs back in the 80s. I knew I needed a new guitar in the worst way. The old '69 Gibson Les Paul I've been using was having some serious problems and it just wasn't a front-line professional instrument anymore. Not that I claim to be the world's greatest guitarist and the problems I was having were due to anything else...not by a long shot...but I'm playing professional gigs in a show band and I had to make a change. I got the bill from the veterinarian's hospital where our cat Sabbath had hung on for 3 weeks before we were told there was nothing more they could do for him...I won't derail here...It was somewhat less than I expected it would be...I was on my way over there to pick up his ashes Saturday morning. About 5 miles up the loop from there is Fuller's Vintage Guitar Shop. I went ahead on over there and bought this guitar. How many times ya gonna live? I tried an old Telecaster from the 70s, (kinda reminded me of the Les Paul...old) I tried a brand-new Highway 1 Telecaster with a maple fretboard, it was as light as a feather and I could hear something in the tone that I didn't particularly feel would be adequate for what I wanted to do. I pulled this one off the rack. It also is brand-new. It's an American Telecaster, made in USA, not Mexico or Japan or Korea, those Telecasters look identical but have none of the quality or tone that this one does. It rang. It twanged. It shook and it shimmied. I whipped out a check for a thousand bucks and change and walked out with it. I got what I paid for, to say the least. After I went by and received Sabbath's ashes, I went out and played a gig that night in San Leon and we blew the roof off the joint. Pee Wee grabbed me and he said "That thing sounds FANTASTIC! You did GOOD, John!" Pee Wee started calling me "Big Bad John" onstage...it's cool...I'm developing a new identity with Pee Wee's band. I get to "shake a leg" and do my thing and Pee Wee encourages me to do that. Now that I have a guitar that works and is easy to play with no restrictions ("uh-oh...I gotta watch out for that second fret...it's gonna snag the high E-string when I play that lick..."), it was like a whole new dimension had arrived. That guitar has tone, twang and dynamics out the wazoo. The band threw a party over it, and they all slapped me on the back. I told 'em, I knew all along I was just a good guitar away from really being there. They all said good form, John...well done. When the horn players turn around and give the guitar player a wink and the OK sign after a guitar solo, you know something is being done right. We played to around 700 people this weekend. 6 of my cousins showed up and danced and partied and we had a blast. Life is good. There is more to this story but I gotta run and get some dinner for my hungry litter here at the Cat House. Cheers, WC1
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WildcatOne on Wed May 30, 2007 10:52 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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