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overtherainbo last won the day on September 6 2011

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About overtherainbo

  • Birthday July 24

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    Virginia Beach, Virginia
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    totally nuts about electric hollow body guitars, love and own 2 motorcycles one hog and a 1971 750K Honda chopper. I'm a working artist: I exhibit fine arts, prefer painting landscape and wild animals in oil or 1930s style pen and ink, I also do graphic art on mac computers. Love old classic movies circa 1930 through 1950s. I enjoy searching the internet, and blogs, But I'm at my best just lounging around with my puppy dogs, drinking ice-cold soda, and workin' on my guitar chops.
  1. Hello, Fellow Babies, Guitar God, I am sorry for the loss of your pet. I enjoy talking about guitars, never get tired of the conversations or the activities, but I love talking about my pets. I'm glad were share the interest in music, but I cannot understand people who are so emotionally stunted that they unable to understand the depth of commitment and emotion that dogs evoke. I lost my my babies two years ago in February. Foxy fought a long battle with cancer, and Ladybug had to be put to sleep. I did not want to do this, but she was still crying after the vet gave her a powerful sedative… I still miss my babies… I have had a lot of dogs, for which I will always be grateful. but I'm trying to remember -it's about guitars, for cryin'-out-loud. But I have to say that my dogs have helped me through several times of severe personal crisis. I believe those little fur-balls are real angels. Funny thing, I have observed how the dogs helped my parents through their long, trying illness - Dad with emphysema, and Mom with bone cancer. In the middle of caring for my parents, I had a stroke. We had to get home heath care for my parents; I lost my job and income. After my parents passed I had enough money to cover my expenses, but I just couldn't ask my friends to pay for my entertainment; I lived like a hermit for a couple of years. I had fallen into a massive depression… about that time, I took in two rescue dogs… And in my long recovery from a stroke, my dogs worked their magic on me. I still don't have a good explanation for how a couple of dumb dogs, who couldn't open cans, who couldn't fix their own spaghetti or sandwiches, who couldn't fill their water bowls, who couldn't stay out of trouble while I was away… Okay I've seen it from both sides now, and I couldn't really describe how they helped. It matters not if they have no degree in psychology, Maybe they are so dear because they alway are ready for a romp; they are always ready to share a snack or a slow afternoon of TV. And it is always an enthusiastic commitment to whatever the activity. No matter what you say or do, dogs never roll their eyes to show what a lame idiot they think you are. Imagine if your family members always always always did an an excited little welcoming dance as you entered your house --- even if was only because you returned after a few moments to retrieve something you forgot. No doctor cured my sorrows; it was all my dogs. They healed me, all I did was give them a home. My house will always have dogs.
  2. Hey, thought I might mention that I am a Mac lover with 3 old G3s and 3 new G5s, 2 with dual cores. Also, some of you may not have noticed that I am a bike freak. I have an 1100cc 1986 Shadow , your basic Harley-style cruiser: and a very heavy custom 1971 K1 , ( I am the original owner) on an Amen frame.

  3. Hello, lucas 1986,

    Welcome. You'll find we're a little nutty here - about guitars - What's with the straight jackets? Oh, those guys requested 'em, so they couldn't buy any more guitars. Anyway, you should feel right at home. Welcome, overtherainbo

  4. Hello, Fellow Baby.

    Look's like you found the haven and club house before me. Hope you're enjoying it too. It's the first time I've been around other guitar people for about 4 years and I'm diggin' it. Welcome. Let's hope we've found a little home for a good, long time. Best wishes, overtherainbo

  5. Music and memories are so weird. My interest in guitars was always as a player, I mean, I have the same I-can't-take-my-eyes-off-it fascination for guitars that my puppy has for her toy - and it must be admitted, I don't have a a good voice. In spite of that, I would have to say that there are so many singing groups that have moved me emotionally. I mean, catch the Platter...

  6. As for whether or not you are a good player, don't let everybody else define you are your goals; after all, it's a rare individual that will say something along those lines that really means to say something constructive. The methods of playing have become so diverse and defined that the guitar has a specific "dialect" in nearly a dozen styles of music.

  7. Welcome, thevalleygirl,

    I hope the guitar will keep on encouraging you. Sometimes the challenge can seem like it's just too much, but I have always found a real sense of satisfaction when I can actually began to make the sounds I was looking for. Sometimes when nothing else seems to be going right, you know, a little dog and a guitar can be just the right companions.

  8. Hello. Fellow Babies,

    My interest in guitar started the instant I heard rock n roll and guitars. It was coming out of the radio ---- at me. I felt it more than heard it. Like seeing dust motes drift and dance in a shaft of sunlight, I was drifting and dancing. I didn't know the steps, didn't know where it came from or where it was going, but I just had to know how to make...

  9. It might be a guy thing, because I respond to the sound the guitar produces from the twangy open E string to freaky shredding: and my response is emotional, not cerebral.

    Funny thing, if anyone had told me that it was impossible to learn learn to play an instrument by copying records I might have been discouraged and never learned to play.

  10. Okay there's lots of holes in my education because I mostly play by ear. But it has been a fascinating journey. One of the things that keeps it interesting is that sometimes the technical aspect of learning a new style of playing presents a new challenge; and I find that the exploration of different musical styles

  11. has brought me to a new sense of appreciation of music. I started out liking rock n roll, where now I also like classical music, country -old and new, Texas swing, Sons of the Pioneers, Glenn Miller, etc. That sounds positive and cool: however, it also means that somewhere down the road, I'll probably wind up liking Rap, God help me.

  12. Currently I'm recovering from an accident that messed up my arm such that nerve impulses were not reaching my left hand, and over the course of a year it weakened to the point that I didn't have the strength to squeeze a chord. Years of effort gone.

  13. The doctors assured me that I without surgery, I had no hope of regaining the strength of my hand; and even with the surgery, they could make no guarantee. And because I have a bad heart, I had to endure a series of tests to evaluate the probability of my survival of an operation. I was truly miserable... but

  14. -- wonder of wonders! -- my hand started improving last year. I haven't been able to play for almost four years. It's going to be an effort because my memory of being able to play effortlessly is always in strong contrast to the reality that my playing now.

  15. The effort to relearn is difficult and vexing; my left hand remembers nothing and has to relearn every song: it tires quickly, and it still lacks strength. By contrast, my right hand remembers everything, it wants to play all the old stuff, and is rarin' to go. But it is happening, and I am so grateful.

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