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I'm sure most of you already knew this, but the actor who played the boy on the porch (Billy Redden) could not play the banjo. In order to film certain seated scenes with Ronny Cox, who could really play, Redden was outfitted with a special shirt that allowed local musician Mike Addis to strum and claw-hammer the instrument in a convincing fashion. Addis was behind Redden, with his arms in Redden's sleeves. The song you hear on the soundtrack and on the movie was arranged and recorded in a studio by the late great Eric Weissberg (banjo) and Steve Mandell (guitar). I'm gonna shut up now. 🙂

People from across the Atlantic couldn't buy directly from Gibson before this? Interesting. 🫠

Ah, so. That's exactly it. Never sawr one before. Thanks, gearbasher. I am now enlightened and educated, good sir. 🫠

And if I am dead-wrong, and it's a genuine Gibson SG, I would love to know what model this might be. 🫠

So. I'm not interested, and I don't intend to buy this guitar listed on Craigslist locally. (It's in a pawn shop that I have frequented before.) Your opinions, please however. Something looks off about this P-90 equipped SG. The headstock looks like a narrow S Series. Vintage style tuning keys. No crown or logo on the headstock. No year imprinted into the back of the headstock. It's pretty, don't get me wrong. But I don't think it's genuine. If it's definitely a fake, I would like to alert the pawn shop owners. They have been good to me, and I bought my favorite Tele from them a few years ago. https://huntsville.craigslist.org/msg/d/huntsville-gibson-sg-2020-guitar/7642665633.html

So. What are your favorite guitar volume and tone knobs? The ones that feel right to you, the ones that you can adjust on the fly, mid-song, and everything just works for you? There's no right or wrong answer. I'm just curious. You can choose up to 3, for those of you with commitment issues. 🤔

HP laptop with ancillary screen for writing, composing, web browsing, forum posting, online banking, and Amazon ordering. Inexpensive Android TracPhone for cell phone and texting. No apps on the phone, and no ordering/banking/finance stuff on the phone, ever. My wife has a tablet for her artwork, and cell phone (Patriot Mobile) strictly for calls and texts. Nothing is synch'ed, by design. Google and Firefox prompt me to synch all my devices, and I decline. It goes without saying, but no Alexa in this house, ever. Lean, clean, and mean. 😑

Keurig K-cup thingie. It works. Just have to de-calc it every few months. 😗

I find this very hard to swallow. 😑

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I don't understand, Rob. Dead-on Deputy Dog? She looked unattractive? I don't get it. 🤨

Vince Gill and Joe Walsh on the same stage together would be worth the price of admission. 🙂

This. https://ultimateclassicrock.com/rod-stewart-wave-house-sale/

Was it Willie Nelson who spoke of smoking marijuana on the roof of the White House when he visited there during the Jimmy Carter years? Or am I just hallucinating that memory? 🤨

Never heard it before, but just gave it a listen a few minutes ago. Great song!! 😀

Sounds like a good time. Don't get bit by the liquor snake. 😗

It'll fit. A Gibson Les Paul case will fit all of the Les Paul models except for the Buckethead signature. 🙂

My wife is dragging me to a reggae / ska music festival later today. I'm dredding it. 😣

Thank you for your service in Vietnam, Rob. Thank God you made it home alive. I flew, over the past 44+ years: TH-55's - 1978 OH-58A and OH-58C's - 1978 to 1989 OH-58D's - 1989 to 2017 UH-1H's - 2007 to 2016 Bell 407 - 2010 to 2016 UH-72A's - 2015 to 2020 Bell 206's - 2020 to December 2022 I'm blessed to have never crashed one or even been in any sort of accident. Just lucky I guess. 🫠

I used to be a runner. In the 1980's I played a lot of tennis, but in the 1990's thru 2010, I was a runner. I generally ran 2 or 3 miles every other day, and would often train up to half-marathon distances whenever an event was coming up. In the last few years of my first marriage, things were really lousy and sad at home. All the marriage counseling in the world had failed, and so we were in a miserable stalemate. During that time, I ran a lot of distance. Every other day. I look back on those days, and realize that back then I was running away from home. Being out there running miles and miles down the side of country roads was hours and hours away from the misery at home, and the stony silences. The dark moods, the angry fights and recrimination. 1997 brought an unexpected promotion, a transfer to Hawaii, and a long overdue divorce. It was a God-send. Everything changed. Life changed. Even running changed. I still ran, but the need for distance fell off. I was happy. I surfed longboards on the North Shore. Every day. I ran around with carefree, joyous surfer girls and triathletes. I flew Army helicopters and drank cold beers with good buddies. I found joy and peace. Eventually, years later, my arthritic knees and hips forced me to stop running. I now swim cardio laps, a lot. Five or six times a week. I quit flying too of course, at retirement six months ago. It's a source of reflection now, to watch runners go by. To look up in the sky, and watch helicopters fly by. If you ask me do I miss it (the running, and/or the flying helicopters), I'll just shrug and say, "NAH. I don't miss it one bit." Because there's a time for everything. And my time for all that has come and gone. And it's okay. 😐

Happy birthday, old sport. Hoping it all heals up, and that you get to enjoy some good leftovers. 😛

Ha ha ha ha! I get it. No, my older brother used to drink straight up Budweiser, and he and his wife still drink Bud Lite. I tried both, quite a few years ago, the results the next morning were always the same. Headache, rumbly gut, and a lousy day. Maybe it's Anheuser-Busch's famous beechwood aging process. Whatever it is, it doesn't agree with me. 🤔

All my prayers to his family, and to you as well, DanvillRob. 😔

I didn't really address drinking or drug use in my original "dicey things" posting. Seems like a subject all unto itself, though it certainly is a dicey proposition for most of us. I have been a beer drinker since around age 4. My Army dad would let us little kids take a sip off his cold Falstaff or Schlitz from the get-go, and it sure tasted good to us. In the summers, when our dad had us toiling in the heat, and mowing and trimming the yard at whatever quarters or duty station, it was natural to go into the kitchen at the end of the work day and crack a cold beer. None of us thought much of it, and it was no big deal. Later, in the teenage years, when other boys had purloined some alcohol, and invited me to 'get F#%ed up with them, I normally passed. I didn't drink with amateurs. Over in Germany in my junior high years, I tried some marijuana and hashish, but it really never did a thing for me. Didn't care for it, and never did it again. Once I was serving and flying in the Army, I became a bourbon drinker, and that was a steady thing throughout the military years. Army Aviators, fly, drink, f#%k around with women, drink some more, and repeat the next day. It was the culture. In my 40's I finally gave up whiskey and all hard liquors. I liked it too much, you see. Easy to give it up before I died from it. Switched back to beer. First good dark beers, and then later light, low-carb beers (for weight control). I still have cold light beers in the evenings. Never during the day. And never Bud Lite. (Bud products = headaches the next morning. Yuk.) I have never smoked cigarettes. I have my dad to thank for that too, I reckon. He chain-smoked Salems, and us boys had to clean up after him, empty the ash trays, pick up the butts in the yards, and shovel out the mountains of cigarette butts and ashes out of whatever car he drove. It was a filthy disgusting job, and it convinced me to never, ever smoke. I guess I'll shut up now. 😐

I had the same childhood experience. Done some research, and I'm pretty sure our parents and all the other adults in the neighborhoods back then were swingers. It's the only explanation for why they wanted us gone all day long. 😔