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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, I agree with you, sparquelito, it is way easier to handle the money filing as an individual. Keeping track of all the expenses is a real buzz-kill. When I first started out I was pretty sloppy about keeping business records; after all, I was 14 or 15 years old and the money I earned was small potatoes. It piled up fast cause my parents were still carrying my freight. Well, my outstanding character flaw/philosophy is that if it isn't important to me, who cares? Well, after some office visits, way more scrutiny than I wanted, protracted discussions, and a lot of muttered name-calling, the IRS impressed me that they "really, really want" to know about my money. My other philosophy, "Find out what Big Brother wants; and knuckle-under." The tax procedures get tedious, but paying attention to the deductions is one of the big deals. I have even developed a certain pleasure in trying to discover new ways. That started when I got a local business license because I exhibit in art shows. The city was taxing me for using art tables, equipment and furniture that had been in my parents home for 40 years before I began using it.… grrrrrrr. You really have to find every means of promoting yourself ….. and every freaking tax deduction. But them's the rules of the game. The city, the state, the IRS doesn't care if you're swimming in a pool-full of cash, if you had any income at all, it better show on your 1040. The local financial environment in which you swim is of no interest to the IRS. That restaurants and bars can't support big venues is a problem for you and your competitors. Some success just comes from being "the last man standing." Let all the other bands in your area give up…. Okay, it's not much money, but over the years, my favorite places to play with my band have been EM clubs. Until I screwed up my hand, I liked solo work in dinner clubs, I won't kid you--I loved playing, can't tell you how much I miss it. My experience with unions is that they seem to be more of a hindrance, but that's just another block in the money environment -- there are many, fat contracts in California, and if you want in, you will have to be union. Okay as an ex member of BMI, I applaud that they collect and pay royalties. And remember, some day when you grow up, you to may be collecting royalties and depending on the union for your big jobs. Just part of the environment, learn to cope. milod may be right that the economic and cultural shocks of the last 10 years -- especially computers -- may have permanently altered our world. For instance, you may not be a Star wars fan; but consider this -- even as late as the sixties, A-list movie stars avoided appearing in sci-fi movies. Small budgets, small Hollywood parties and premiers, small box office revenues. Star wars changed that. Since the 70s there are lots of well known stars that built their careers on multiple sci-fi movies, like Harrison Ford, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Samuel Jackson, Bruce Willis, Hugo Weaving, Sean Bean, Ian Holm, Ian Mckellen, etc. And of course, Star Wars accelerated the switch from film to video and computer editing which allow cheap, spectacular, none life-threatening special effects over about 5 years. Okay so maybe you will see wax musicians in glass cases as curiosities next to the Neanderthal display because the museum can't quite separate them by appearance, garb, carbon dating, or tools. But I don't agree that small venues are bad. If you're the Rolling Stones maybe, but until you reach the level where your touring expenses are so large, don't be so quick to dismiss the small places. My grandparents lost their farm in Sherman, Texas; we were part of the great Okie Migration that moved to Calif. I have always thought about the Dust Bowl and Depression eras, a time that lasted through the mid 20s through to the end of WW II. It was way the Hell and Back again worse than our time, but people still looked for every excuse, for every opportunity to enjoy themselves. Imagine the effect it had on people that could listen to Roy Rogers or Gene Autry sing, or listen to the silly shows like Lum and Abner…. Some of the greatest entertainers of the twentieth century toured and perfected their craft on the Vaudeville circuit. Small timers moved through the ranks from Vaudeville, to radio, to the movie screen. That's where Stan and Oliver learned to be Laurel and Hardy, Jack Benny learned to penetrate the "fourth wall", Bo Jangles, Bolger, Cagney, and Astair learned to dance. I believe that a small, live audience can teach you to be a better performer because you get live, immediate response to your performance. I never gave any thought to how much music impacts peoples emotions; some music, like the Navy Hymn/Eternal Father can bring tears to my eyes, but I thought that was just me… One day the band, my brother, and were playing for a wedding: we had used up a lot of the songs the bride requested, and I really didn't to play them again so soon. Well, my brother had been plain' around with some chord substitutions so we agreed to play the music straight, and then add his substitutions… So we played Somewhere Over the Rainbow -- holy cow!! people stopped talking, some stared at us, some of the ladies burst into tears… we were a hit, the song was requested 3 more times, and the father-of-the-bride paid us another $100… lots of the wedding guests stopped by to thank us and they especially liked Somewhere Over the Rainbow because, they said, it expressed the hopes of the newly married couple. Well I'd like to say I expected that reaction, but … no, it'd never occurred to me, I was just playing some music… That was am important moment for me. I realized that I like small, responsive audiences; they respond in real time, they talk, and you can really learn what they liked. Maybe you should embrace the small venue, as it will bring the audience perspective to you. Never forget, you're entertaining them, not just to please yourself. What ever the new venue or the new entertainment you will be better able to embrace it if you're out there participating. I am a perfectionist in art and music and I love my job. I love everything about guitars except payments, but if you're like me practicing or playing on stage is one of those experiences that is close to a "high." And for most of us… it better be enough. Imagine the artists competing with Leonardo da Vinci and Michaelangelo. Okay, we don't know the names of any headliner, Renaissance musicians unless you're a music historian, but my point is the competition for the big money and prestige has always been pretty hard just maintaining your place in the herd.. As Kathy Griffin says about entertainment personality rankings; I am not quite a D-list personality, more of an E or ** horror of horrors** I might even be an H. At some point I had to do some soul searching, and it finally boils down to I love what I do. I may labor in obscurity, and make tiny money, but I still do it because it is me. I haven't made a dent in the music world -- one, disputed tiny hit just before the Beatles swallowed the world, but I gots to play…. As Yoda said, " Try not. Do or don't do."
  2. Hello, Fellow Babies, showmetheway, I enjoy watching baseball. And it doesn't have to major league. When I was a kid my dad used to take us to some of the games that the enlisted men from the fleet played against teams from other ships, squadrons, or bases. After the game was over, everybody sat around for a picnic with hotdogs, potato chips, and soda. I know the adults had beer and steaks. But the cool thing about the adults of my childhood was that they all had a sense of propriety. A few people overdid the beer, but nobody drank until their *** fell off. It was all fun, and kids were welcome. I see I'm wondering away from the specifics, but, hey, showmentheway, you have lived up to your moniker… you reminded me of a part of my childhood I haven't thought of in years. The Navy was a big, friendly family; and I have nothing but good memories of living on base. In fact, another thing I had forgotten, when I was afraid of monsters under my bed and in the closet, my dad made a special point of taking me to all the gates with Marines and Federal Police; and he would ask me, "How is a monster gonna get through that?" Dennis G, I got to agree with you there. I've lived next to a golf course for years -- I now the players are skilled, I know there're getting their exorcise, but a "sport"?! Now if there were venders selling stadium dogs and beer along the fairways, then they would have me. I mean I can participate in that all day long. I'm at my best, the most sociable, able to swap stories and tell jokes into the wee hours, with hot dogs, chips, maybe a beer, and lots of icey soda pop.
  3. Hello, Fellow Babies, and Wow, man, ksdaddy, Got no doubts the driver was traveling at his top speed. Looks like they may have plowed through some saplings and then flipped. I'm surprised they walked away... Reminds me of a visit to a friend living on a stretch of k68 between Louisburg and Ottawa. Wow. Really rural, miles of rolling hills, warehouses and farms, mail boxes sitting along the road with street address, on average in two inch letters. Well, the catch is that is a really, really narrow, secondary truck route with an unbelievable speed limit… I'm not the tough, eagle-eyed Iron man of my youth… I had to stop my motorcycle within about five feet before before I could make out was that 660xx or 660xx? In the meantime I'd cringe with my tail between my legs, expecting an eighteen-wheeler to pop outta the last dip barreling down on me at 75! If that is the average speed on ruralhighways in Kansas, I'd expect that they might be moving a little faster on a joyride with a stolen car. But a Corolla? must have been desperate... Back on the ranch off highway 50 in El Dorado, Calif., one of my sisters-in-law had a Corolla. At the time it seemed to me Corolla was trying to build an SUV on a car frame and suspension. Never liked driving it,and I just didn't think a Corolla had that kinda speed. Funny thing though, the Ford pickup was never available when we needed to transport any of the small animals to the vet. My brother joked that he finally had to get rid of his Civic because he just couldn't stand the avalanche of little round balls of sheep dung that came crashing to the front when he had to stop.
  4. 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.
  5. Hello, Fellow Babies, It would be outta your way, but a very interesting trip. Actually an incredible trip by van or motorcycle. I'm suggesting you look up the "Lincoln Highway". It is a bunch of old, pre-interstate highways, linking downtown SanFrancisco to it's terminus at 42nd Street min New York. Ir's actually the first transcontinental road for cars that was started as a promotion to market cars back in 1913. It passes through about 700 towns and cities. There are attractions all along it's length; mostly because the original highways were never replaced by interstates, and many, many of the old fashioned gas stations, teepee shaped motels, bars, mom-and-pop diners, and the old country towns are still standing and in business. A really picturesque drive past farms and beautiful country alternating with towns featuring buildings and residences that look as if the were painted by Norman Rockwell. Lots of interesting places for tourism, roadside picnics, and home cooked meals. I'm more familiar with the California end of the trail. If you started in Sacramento, the route south passes Placerville, the site of the 1849 gold strike and runs through LakeTahoe. Beautiful country. And right near where I lived on a ranch; as I worked in the fields, I told myself I might find some gold. You never know…. The slightly more northern route takes you through the Donner Pass, but you still wind up in Truckee before heading for Carson City, Nev. Like in Nevada, you want to be on I-80 so you pass through Wendover, not some of the still existing part of the original unpaved trail outta Utah, no gas, few restaurants. If you think you might do this, check it out first because there still areas of the original, unpaved trails, so you want to have a map. Even to this day there are eastern states that sill have unpaved and gravel sections. But even on the highway west of Wendover you might need a gas can -- it is damn close to 400 miles without a service station. I spent a very lonely night out there back before we all had cell phones… It isn't nicknamed "the lonliest road in America" for nothing. Cheyenne. What a name! Excitement, excitement… I would have killed to live there when I was a kid! Man, there is so much I could tell you, but I don't work for a travel agency. If you're traveling on a budget, you can check out national park campgrounds. They provide minimal campsites, no cabins with beds and kitchens, no restaurants, no showers. The fishing camps can be really minimal Buut the prices are unbelievably low, I mean the last time I did this the overnight price was on average about $10.00 a night. But I enjoyed "roughing it" with Ladybug (my Collie) in my camper van. A snug place to sleep in the van, a refrigerator with soft drinks, bread, and lots of sandwich meat. A word of caution, if you want to camp to save money for the bigger attractions, you really need to look at the available maps. When they give a travel distance from the highway to the camp, they mean straight miles. You could wind up traveling on a twisted road, 35 miles one way to the campsite, to save the cost of a motel room.
  6. But, Fellow Babies, stein, why would you even accept the notion that RCT was deliberately installing Windows 10?! That was clearly a cry for help Everybody knows that's code for, "the terrorist's done got me!" Call Home land now!
  7. Hello, Fellow Babies. Embarrassing, I can only honestly discuss this under an assumed name. --- since Ladybug and Foxy chewed my leather sofa and barrel chair, on it's best days, my house is sort of cowboy bunkhouse. Like a lot of others, The economy hit hard,and I had to refinance my house --- which I had finally paid off in 2004! The place could use some fixing beyond survival repairs. But ya gotta love that duct tape…
  8. Hello, again Fellow Babies, I almost overlooked the sentence where you uestioned the type of solder necessary for the job. The industry is moving to solder with less lead, so it has a higher melting tempature. But the most important feature that concerns you is that the solder must have a rosin core. Acid core is used for plumbing.
  9. Hello, Fellow Babies, Hey pappy, in case it wasn't really clear-- you want a small, low powered soldering iron, not a heavy duty gun. It'll do good job of soldering, but you can fry all the other parts of the circuit. Remember that heat CAN travel through the circuit, The heat spreads very quickly from your soldering point to the other pots and the pickups. So rather than replace all the electrics think small iron, not big gun. For added safety, you might want at least two heat sinks. These have alligator tips and can be clipped onto the wires leading to and from the pot you are soldering. Also they need to make metal to metal contact, but they will save the other electrics.
  10. Hello, Fellow Babies I thank you all for your responses. Looking for the easy "fix" rarely works better than the real remedy that may be costly in terms of time and money; but, hey, looking for the easy way is my nature. Ok, a quick background. I'm fairly familiar with the guitar because I restored the body (sanding, filling holes and depressions, refinishing - so long ago -about 1980/1981 - I don't remember the finish I used) selected the electronics, and bought a new neck. It might sound uncharacteristic to you guys, for me to claim ignorance - about anything. But I cannot tell anything from looking the end of an installed truss rod other than whether it adjusts from the nut or body/neck joint. I've never installed one or seen it in the neck prior to gluing the fret board in place. And when I assembled the guitar it never occurred to me that I needed to know anything specific about how the rod was anchored. As related to me by the guy who broke it, and then began to fix it… The neck of course broke right at the nut. The first thing he did was he pulled the rod out of the neck where it had broken - which, I guess, explains why it was easy. Searcy, you must be right; the rod was probably a single action anchored at the heel. Then he glued the neck using some sort of 2 part, acrylic glue. He did a good job there. The only mystery, why in the heck did he pull the rod out?! As an experienced player he surely had to know it's function… Maybe he tried by couldn't get it to lodge in the nut pit down at the heel end? It was the last project I worked with my father, so I had to make a few compromises in the building. The guitar was given as a gift. It changed hands a couple of times, and now that it has been broken it was retuned to me. Well I understand "why me?"; turns out there is no repair shop closer than Pennsylvania that will heat the glue to use the spatula/knife to remove the fretboard. So giving it back to me was judged a reasonable approach, as I am known to my friends for tinkering with and fixing guitars. Ksdaddy, those sound like reasonable suggestions, and they might work. The guitar is playable now, but the fingering and intonation is just unacceptable. For all the pains I took to build a nice guitar, I haven't accepted the the inevitable --- I don't want the mess of glue all over the neck, etc. And I set the neck with glue, so changing neck sounds fraught with peril. Besides it is a sweet neck, inlays… pretty… I can't really explain myself. I'm a perfectionist. Like when last I rebuilt my chopper. As I got to the last step, I discovered that my new exhaust system wouldn't fit past the kickstand. ****! ****! ****! Amen custom frame, lots of new chrome, and 100 hours spent painting my bike with elves, dwarves, and dragons… So I threw out the suggestion made to me by my fellow builders that I simply pound a depression in the muffler allowing room for the kickstand tab. I seriously thought about cutting the tab and rewelding it closer to the rear. But that would probably leave the bike heavy, unbalanced at the front, and easily toppled while sitting on the stand. So there the bike sat for a couple of months while I tried to imagine a good way of fixing my "perfect" chopper. I couldn't mess-up the paint!! Finally, I banged the damn depression on the inside of the muffler. So now the whole world knows "Mister Know-it-all Biker can't rally build a bike without some really stupid problems. So right now, I watching all the videos about truss rods I can find. I may yet buy the heating iron and knife from Stewmac. Thanks for your interest and suggestions. You started me thinking…
  11. Hey, Fellow Babies, Sorry it's been so long since my last post. I know you've all missed my curly blond hair and bright blue eyes -- can't help being a little ray of sunshine… Anyway, I come asking advice from the mighty Gibson oracle. Now about my truss rod... Got a Gibson copy with a broken headstock. This was glued back in place sans the truss rod with the predictable result. Even with super slinky strings, the neck bows; so lousy fingering and intonation. I know that the usual procedure is to steam away the finger board to place the rod in the trough. But the rod really, really looks like it could fit down the top of the headstock. It that even possible, or am I looking at a desert mirage? Any input will be appreciated. I'm too old for a hobby to be difficult… thanks,overtherainbo
  12. hello, Fellow Babies, I've been dealing with Windows OS for years. The only thing I can say -- I loved the movie Jurassic Park, and I/m so glad they didn't screw it up by trying to add a 3-D effects. That is so cheesy! But of all the CGI and special effects, I found the hardest to swallow was that, in the story line, Lex Murphy ( Ariana Richards) could bring the park under control and save the day with a Windows NT3.X.
  13. hello, Fellow Babies, and especially flyingfrets, Been awhile, but I have been checking in and reading. I am so sorry to hear, flyingfrets, that you are suffering. You have already endured a lot pain and stress caused by multiple surgeries and chemo. I am a giant chicken-sht, and everyone at the local hospital knows this. I've never willingly gone to any hospital procedure without hanging onto door frames, kicking, and screaming -- even for some fairly simple, non-invasive stuff. I hate visiting my cardiologist because * the waiting room has a closed circuit TV that continuously runs a tape of all the heart diseases. I can't ignore this, and it freaks me out. I'm already badly depressed when I arrive. Just what I need, more heart diseases to think about. They're damn lucky they haven't yet had to call the police to get me in off the ledge… They really should consider handing out Valium at the door. But first a word about "panic attacks". I wish I could tell you that I have total control over my own fears, that I conquered them by the power of my will. Nope. The several panic attacks I have had were ** much worse ** than the real stroke. And it wasn't until the ambulance had taken me to the emergency room three times, where they monitored and tested -- and the next morning they released me with the news that all my tests showed no change and that I had not had another stroke or anything. Three times and $7000.00 later I resolved that I would never call the ambulance until I could see a white light and hear the voices of my relatives callying me. I didn't conquer any fears, I'm a major tight-wad. Even though we may not understand the specifics of your problems, we understand that you are hurting badly. You have legitimate fears, you need never apologize to anyone. Just wanted you to know there are a lot of people here who sympathize and wish you the best.
  14. hello, Fellow Babies, and especially milod, Been awhile, but I have been checking in and reading. I am so sorry to hear that you are apparently suffering the effects of a stroke. You are so right that it is important to live in the knowledge that you have provoked no incidents or made remarks that leave a trail of anger and unhappiness in your wake. Patience and humor will be among your best friends - and you'll need 'em. It can surprise you how people can rise to level necessary to help you. I am singularly lucky that my little brother has forgotten what a mean, selfish older brother I was, and now for years he has helped me in many ways. I cannot really provide a blueprint for recovery. But I do have a few suggestions that have helped me since my stroke: * a challenge can your friend, explore new interests; it'll keep your mind active. I didn't get a personal computer and begin to explore the internet until afterward. I had used computers professionally for years, but for accounting, so typing was not part of my skill set. And I had never done my own trouble shooting - holy cow, there just aren't words for my exasperation !! * you may have to explore methods of your own devising for continued recuperation. I have had trouble building the strength of the fingers of my left hand, and doctors and therapists have surprisingly little to offer. I have explored the standard hand springs, rubber balls, etc., but I have had the best results from my own exploration. I began using an old time, weight lifters exorcise -- without hooking your fingers under lip at the edge of a weight plate, grip the plate right on the edge so your fingers appose your thumb while squeezing the flat surface between. Then lift the plate, count the seconds. And over a period, increase the time you can lift and hold the plate. This has started to strengthen the knuckles right at the base of my fingers - these are knuckles that were completely unaffected by all the other exorcises; but they are the joints that provide the main strength to squeeze a bar chord. It's even helping my little finger. And no doctor or therapist suggested this. * If you haven't noticed, bed rest is not your friend. If you don't walk, the muscles of your legs will atrophy with an unbelievable rapidity. Practically speaking, you can lose your ability to walk any significant distance within a few weeks. I wish you the best, and it sounds from your note that your personality, attitude, and personal philosophy will serve you very well.
  15. 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.

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