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  1. Great tune! I can see why Crow is interested in it. Having sat in that same chair and looked at the shadows a time or two, I can attest that you caught the emotions of that moment. Thanks for sharing.
  2. Congrats on your acquisition! You have some folks drooling. And yes, post photos. Or, better yet, play the guitar, film it, stick it on YouTube so we can hear it. It is a guitar, after all....
  3. Jeez. It kind of sounds like it could be a business school class on "How to Screw Up a Famous Company." I've never run a business and I'm certainly no rocket scientist but even I can see that if you're going to have a company that size, you need a board of directors. It just makes sense. Guys with outsized egos should especially have a board. I mean, jeepers, even Lee Iococca could deal with a board when he was at Chrysler. And I've read through the article a couple of times, but I still don't really understand the business model in which you force small retailers to buy huge amounts of your product or none at all.
  4. Thanks for the kind words, Buc. And speaking of Texas (where you're from) here's a tune I wrote a few years ago that was inspired, in part, by a waitress at Poor David's Pub, Dallas' premier folk venue. Played there a couple times when I lived in Dallas, but that was so long ago that it was when Poor David's was on Lower Greenville. (And speaking of Texas, I -- along with 799 other songwriters -- entered the Kerrville "New Folk" competition this year. A boy can dream....) Curve of the Horizon copyright 2010 by David Hanners She had an angelic face, she was thin as a wisp And that twang in her voice carried just the hint of a lisp The look in her eyes told me she'd been everywhere Maybe I knew better; maybe I just didn't care "Excuse me," she said, "do you have the time?" I suppose she was looking for a partner in crime She set her beer on the bar, pulled a Camel from the pack Asked me for a light but I've kicked my bad habits Then outta nowhere she gave me her theory of life: "Some have all the luck," she said, "and some know only strife" "So when push comes to shove and you're standing on the ledge The decision to jump comes easy," I lamely said No sooner had the words escaped from my mouth I knew there were some things I knew nothing about She finally dug a lighter from the murky depths of her purse The way things were goin' I thought they couldn't get much worse But that's all right, you know; some things just aren't meant to be Maybe she was sent here to save me from me And on the edge of the night, where the saints take the fall The sinners are left standing but they do not stand that tall And on the edge of the night, where the smoke obscures the lies The truth remains as distant as the curve of the horizon
  5. So here's another "made-up" one. No true story behind it. That I know of, anyway.... Exit Jane copyright 2010 by David Hanners A wind as wicked as a shot of bad bourbon Whistles 'cross this Minnesota plain We sit in the truck with the motor runnin' Nothin' left to say 'Cause when we talk, it's just about small things The cold, the rent, the timing belt God forbid we should touch something honest Like how you or I ever felt Your suitcase is heavy, I set it on the ground Flip my collar to the wind That old gray dog, she just rolled into town And I wonder if I'll ever see you naked again chorus Bury me in the crook of your neck Bathe me in your halo effect Feel the murmurs so hard to detect Why do you have to go? I once believed I could divine your thinking Now you're blank as fresh drywall Still, I'll always be the fool for you So if you ever need something, just call The bus pulls in and swallows you up Hope it takes you where you want But I got a hunch your ghost will hang 'round 'Cause it still has my heart to haunt (chorus) A wind as wicked as a shot of bad bourbon Whistles 'cross this ancient plain Ain't no use tryin' to reason with A heart filled with so much pain Yeah, there ain't no use tryin' to reason with A heart filled with this much pain
  6. Actually, that's an interesting issue, and I had a discussion about that with somebody yesterday, in fact. I've never really had people walk out after one of my gigs going, "Gee, what a downer, I feel like jumping off a bridge" because I try to use a lot of humor between songs. I figure if the songs are going to be dark, the rest of the performance needs to be balanced with something lighter. So all in all, folks just walk out thinking they've been entertained. But, on a lighter note, here's one. It is based on a snippet of a true event; a guitarist friend of mine found a key in his backyard. At the time, he liked a Wisconsin beer named Leinenkuegel (I probably butchered the spelling) and played a Goodall, so that might make the last verse easier to understand. The YouTube version of a live performance of the song is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JuLzinKm7bg The Key in Bill's Backyard copyright 2010 by David Hanners I was there when Bill found a key in his backyard Whoever musta lost it didn't look too hard I asked Bill what it went to; he said he had no idea Looked at it close, shrugged and sipped his beer chorus It might be the key to his fortune It might be the key to his heart Maybe it unlocks the gates of hell On some abandoned K-Mart We passed it 'round tryin' to guess what it unlocked Al Capone's jail cell, Trump's safe-deposit box You got your MasterLocks, your Nationals and Yales This key had no name far as Bill could tell chorus[ It might be the key to his fortune It might be the key to his heart Maybe it unlocks the fiery gates of hell Or a mailbox in Bismark We live our lives and we lock every door We shut each other out 'til we can shut no more This rusty key just might be a sign from God That'd be just like Him to make Bill dig it out the sod chorus It might be the key to his fortune It might be the key to his heart Maybe it unlocks the very gates of hell On a '69 Dodge Dart My friend Bill is an even-tempered guy He likes his beer from Wisconsin, his guitars from Hawaii But this key has him mystified He will get no rest 'til every lock he has tried chorus It might be the key to his fortune It might be the key to his heart Maybe it unlocks the gates of hell Or the case to his guitar
  7. Ok, another "true-life" tune (as Bill Monroe called them) then I'll get back to made-up stuff.... James Roy Knox's Blues copyright 2010 by David Hanners My name is James Roy Knox, I'm unremorseful as they come Was born in Alabama, 19-and-51 Can't say I've had a hard life, no harder'n other men Now I'm strapped down to this gurney and the road's about to end I left Alabama after doing two years in the pen Got a job hanging drywall down in Galveston Some men just find it easy to avoid each sin and earthly vice But I chose a darker path and I never did think twice Joe Sanchez owned a drug store; he had a smile for all he met I walked in; he was a dead man. he just didn't know it yet I wanted drugs and money, like a fool, Sanchez said "no" But you don't argue with me .38 and he crumpled to the floor I took four vials of Demarol, $15 from the til Never gave Sanchez a second thought and I doubt I ever will Cops eventually caught me, I got snitched on by some pal Who got jammed up on some felony and I was his ticket out I did not act in self-defense, I was not abused as a child I alone was guilty so I said so at my trial Lawyers talk of justice, families talk of pain But some men are just born evil and it's been that way since Cain My name is James Roy Knox, I'm unremorseful as they come Was born in Alabama, 19-and-51 As the final hour draws near there's no appeal on which to wait They let the drugs flow at 6 p.m., I was dead by 6:08
  8. That's a valid observation, Buc. And quite true; I just find that as an observer of the human condition (whatever that means) true life just seems to offer a lot better story possibilities than I could ever make up. And I do have a decent imagination. I do have several "made-up" tunes, though. Here's one. When My Demons and I Come Home copyright 2010 by David Hanners I fill it with unleaded at the Sinclair Get a big bag of chips, a six-pack of beer I'm gonna head out to where the hills fall flat Maybe Kearney or maybe North Platte Car door slams like a roadside bomb When my demons and I come home They roll the sidewalks up here when the sun goes down So I enlisted in the Guard to get out of town Wound up in Iraq and I don't know why Ain't old enough to drink but I'm old enough to die I can still see his face, some mother's son When my demons and I come home bridge Dad tries but he don't understand And with the cuts down at the VA, they've done all that they can If I had the shot again, you know I would aim to miss They never warn you about that when you enlist Gravel road, moonless night Everything is wrong; it'll never be right And I wanna go where there's no pain So I park on the crossing and wait for the train Yeah, I wanna go where I won't feel So I place my faith in 240 tons of steel Yeah, 240 tons of steel of the B&M Railroad When my demons and I come home Two-forty tons of steel of the Burlington & Missouri Railroad When my demons and I come home
  9. Thought I'd add another juvenile political diatribe (JPD). Well, this one's not really political, per se. Whether it is juvenile or a diatribe is up to the listener, I suppose. It is a true story about the shooting death of a cab driver in Minneapolis back in 2003. It's on my new record. When I play out, it is probably my most requested song, for some reason. It is also the third-most watched video on my YouTube channel. After I posted it on YouTube, I heard from Mohamed Saleh's family; they liked the song. THE BALLAD OF MOHAMED SALEH copyright 2010 by David Hanners My name’s Mohamed Saleh, as if you even care To you I’m just one more Somali; to me, you’re just another fare I never heard the shot they say took my life I pray Allah shows His mercy to my child, to my wife Was born in Mogadishu before the junta fell Lived the horror of that city descending into hell But Allah protects the faithful, He will show the way Bribed my way into Kenya, then to the USA They call it Minnesota Nice, but it’s the knife before the stab Only job that I could get was behind the wheel of this cab Was a humid August night, business was slow A fare called in, East Phillips Park, where even I don’t like to go I looked up in the rear-view and it made my blood run cold He put a gun upside my head and said to do as I was told Clans kill in Banadir over grievances generations old I had $87; is that what I died for? All praise to Allah who is great, I pray my faith was true Survived the streets of Mogadishu just to die on 18th Avenue And my name’s Mohamed Saleh, as if you even care To you I’m just one more Somali, to me you’re just another fare Yeah, you’re just another fare
  10. While I understand there are "Gibson people" and there are "Martin people," I've never understood why you couldn't be both. Both can be fine guitars, and there environments in which I'd rather play a Gibson than a Martin, and vice versa. Part of the problem is we live in a world where everything is sped up, and so we want quick and succinct definitions or explanations of everything. Hence the lawyer's belief that Martins were "Cadillacs." He wanted some shorthand way to think about guitars, instead of sitting down (or having his daughter sit down) and finding out that every guitar is different and every guitar has its strengths and weaknesses.
  11. Here's another one I'm dusting off and may add to the repertoire again. The lyrics are pretty self-explanatory. It's a true story. WHEN TIMMY CAME HOME FROM THE WAR copyright 2010 by David Hanners He got outta school, got some work at a Burger King, upstate New York Got your Whopper, got your fries, just don’t look into his eyes Something lost, nothing found; spent some time driftin’ ‘round Enlisted in the Army, gonna be all he could be Tyrants rule, it’s just our fate; he drove a Bradley in Kuwait Soldiers come home eventually, some still need an enemy Found a crowd saw things his way: extremists and the NRA Found a place where he belonged, use his skills and build a bomb chorus: When Timmy came home from the war When Timmy came home from the war When Timmy came home from the war Stupid does as stupid is, he filled his head with bad ideas History twisted to the right so far you would not recognize It’s not hard to learn to hate; talk radio says it’s ok Knock at the door is ATF, just lock and load, aim for the chest (chorus) It’s a war, don’t trust in luck; put your faith instead in Ryder trucks Fertilizer, diesel fuel feed the flames of false renewal Prison cell, Midwest town, guards come in and strap him down We take a life, make him pay, tell ourselves that we’re ok (chorus and end)
  12. After all the crap I heaved at Gibson over the Aaron Lewis guitar, I will say they did it right with this one. Not only is Hiatt one of the greatest songwriters of our era, he's been a Gibson Guy for a long time (even drops a model name or two in his songs) and this is one FINE-looking guitar. Were I in the market for a guitar, I'd be tempted....
  13. That's a new one on me. I've seen the three roller thingies, but I haven't felt around in there or looked around with a mirror to see if there's anything more. Is there more at the Shadow site? http://www.shadow-electronics.com/viewpro.html?lang_id=&id=233
  14. Just got off the phone with the Sweetwater folks. Ordered the dread case. Thanks for all the help, gang. I appreciate it. I've got similar-style lightweight cases for a couple of my other guitars, and I really do like them. They come in particularly handy when going to festivals and whatnot. You learn pretty quick at your first bluegrass festival that a hardshell case gets very heavy very quickly.
  15. Oh, wait. Several of the customer comments for the EMBADCS case say their AJ guitars fit in it. So if the Texan fits then that's what I'll order.... Hey, it's Saturday morning, so you'll have to excuse me for being dense.
  16. Not to sound dense, but which one am I supposed to get? There's the "Epiphone EMBADCS Dreadnought Masterbilt Case" and then there's the "Epiphone Guitar Case for EF Masterbuilt" which is here: http://www.sweetwater.com/store/detail/EMBEFCS/
  17. Anyone know if Epiphone offers one of their "semi-rigid" (tougher than a gigbag, but not a hardshell case) cases for the IB'64 Texan? If so, do you know a model number or name so I can order it from my local Epiphone dealer? I spent a good part of the day hitting the music stores in my area looking for one, to no avail. With that long scale and long headstock, a lot of the semi-rigid (Gator is an example) cases were too short. And I want a case that I can sling over my shoulder. (And I don't like gigbags.) Anyone know if A) Epiphone offers one and what they call it?
  18. Some fine examples so far. It's fun to read them. And Bluesbreather, your lyrics that laid below were not terrible. Far from it. Quite a story. (And Jeff, sorry your union experience wasn't a good one. I've been a proud union member -- CWA -- for 16 years and although the local has had its ups and downs, I still find union membership better than the alternative.) Ok, here's a tune I'm posting just because I was thinking of it earlier today. I usually play it on a steel-bodied duolian I bought last year from Republic Guitars in Dallas. It's a fine guitar at the price. In fact, at twice the price, it would still be a fine guitar. Great tone. Fun to play. The song is a true story about the death of Tex Thornton, who in 1949 was a world-famous oil well fire fighter who lived in Amarillo, Texas. If I told you any more of the story, there'd be no need to post the lyrics, so here goes: The Ballad of Tex Thornton © 2010 by David Hanners '48 Chrysler flyin' down Route 66 Two-lane desolation way out in the sticks Three sat in the front seat: Tex, Evald and Diane Diane was a looker; Evald was a jealous man Third one wore a Stetson, Tex Thornton was his name Snuffin' oil fires is where he got his fame Give him a box of dynamite, some nitroglycerin shells He'd stare down the devil and blow out the fires of Hell Evald and Diane had hitched across New Mexico Tex had come upon them on the side of the road Now, Tex liked his whiskey and he liked his rolls of cash He liked his women young and he liked his women fast Night fell as the Chrysler rolled into a tourist court Tex was way too drunk, could not walk without support He would sleep it off at this roadside motel He knew if he went home drunk, the wife would give him hell I s'pose we'll never know the truth ‘bout that summer night When the maid found Tex's body she fainted from the fright Evald and Diane likely knew they’s in a fix So they made off with the Chrysler, headin' east on 66 Police tracked down Evald up in Michigan Hauled him back to Texas so his trial could begin He swore a drunken Tex had made advances on Diane And like I said before, Evald was a jealous man The jury saw it his way, said the death was justified Still, some good folks wondered if Evald may have lied He and Diane left the courthouse, went their separate ways Any secrets that they carried they would carry to the grave Yeah, any secrets that they carried they would carry to the grave
  19. Ok, I'll contribute. Wrote this when Ford announced it would close its St. Paul plant. But they've changed their mind (then changed it back again, and then again) so the plant is still open but there have been furloughs and other issues. THE WAY THINGS ARE © 2010 by David Hanners Yesterday they called us in, gave us some line 'bout the economy They said, "Well boys, this is it, Ford's closin' this factory" I took the long way home last night, hit a bar I knew well And I drank a toast to the way things were before they went to hell Eighteen hundred and ten good women and men outta work just like that We put our trust in things that rust and jobs that ain't comin' back I pull out of this parking lot and know I did my job well I’ll go drink a toast to the way things were before they went to hell (bridge) Union brothers and sisters are the family that I know But if you wanna build Ford Ranger trucks, you'll do it in Mexico Back in the day my dad would say a Ford job is solid as a rock So I followed him in, got in 10, now I'm playin' out the clock Ghosts on this assembly line got secrets they’ll never tell And I will drink a toast to the way things were before they went to hell Yeah, I will drink a toast to the way things were before they went to hell
  20. I could never really understand the people who liked Elixirs (or other coated strings) because they lasted a long time. There's nothing wrong with changing strings. Heck, call me strange but I like to change strings. Gives me an opportunity to pay more attention to my guitar. I can dust the area between the soundhole and the bridge. Wipe off the headstock. Check out the tuners. Plus, if you shop around, you can usually find some good deals on strings so they're not hideously expensive.
  21. I just always felt you need mediums to make the wood on a J-45 move. I string mine with D'Addario EJ-17s, although I toyed with DRs for a few months several years ago. Went back to the EJ-17s. Every now and then I'll try some other type of string, just to see if I'm missing anything. Tried some Elixirs a few years ago but I must be one of the 7 people in the U.S. who don't like them. I've been thinking about slapping on a set of Black Diamonds, just for old time's sake. Very first strings I ever used, eons ago.
  22. I thought about the etching thing but decided against it. I'm thinking with the way the guitar looks, the aged machines would look kind of strange. Plus, it's a lot of work with some gnarly chemicals.
  23. Here's Erlewine's full tutorial: http://www.stewmac.com/tradesecrets/ts0017_agedtuners.hzml?jrl=538&utm_source=newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=ts0017&clk=81341
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