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I ordered a chicken and an egg from Amazon. I'll let you know. 🫠

I pick up a guitar or two every day. Noodling mostly early in the morning. When I pick up a guitar in the afternoon though, I make myself plug in, turn on all the gear in the music room, and I'll play and sing entire songs, and usually at least two songs. It's a long time between playing live gigs anymore, but I do myself and band mates a disservice by allowing the rust to accumulate. And believe it or not, the singing is the most important part. If you don't sing fairly often, and do so as though you are playing and singing for an audience, those pipes can get weak and become tired easily. My brother leaned that the last time we did a duo gig for a luncheon party. He really struggled, and it was because he hadn't been exercising that voice. 🤨

One colour I have always lusted after was sprayed on this Gibson Firebird 1. Silver mist. I nearly pulled the trigger on a brand new one a few years ago, for $1,200 American dollars. Now, a coupla seasons later, they go used for much more than that. Sad face. 🥲 https://imperialvintageguitars.com/products/2012-gibson-firebird-i-silver-mist-finish-w-ohsc

I have collaborated on a few tracks with some fellers on here. Mostly my lyrics and their music, but there are a few that we've instrumentally collaborated on. I'll leave them to post, if they are of a mind, since the music is now in their hands. There are some songs that they are looking to market and sell, in the professional studio arena, so there may be some reticence, re; copyrights and such. I joined ASCAP just for the collaborations, but I'm not super-smart on all the business side of things. 🙂

I don't know for sure. My old 2017 Firebird Zero is Pelham Blue. Looks the same to me. And it's not terribly exclusive. 🙂 In fact, it's positively pedestrian.

Okay, sir. 1. Things or activities that you enjoy doing, and are grateful to still be doing. Making music, and occasionally performing live. Swimming cardio laps. Mowing the lawn, landscaping, and tending to the land. Walking the dogs with my wife. Meeting old friends for lunch. 2. Things that you used to enjoy doing, but simply can't do anymore. Things you sort of miss. Longboard surfing. Racing motocross. Running four or five miles every other day or so. 3. Things that used to figure strongly in your life, but you choose not to do them. And good riddance to all that. Working. Flying helicopters. Flying on commercial airliners. 🤨

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It's a fair question. I have a lifelong desire to keep my home, grounds, street, and property neat and tidy. I'm a picker-upper. My wife and I also leash-walk our dogs a lot, and it has been my experience that dogs will sometimes pick up random objects off the ground, and sometimes swallow them. Never a good situation. So I pick things up, and put them either in the trash, the recycle bin, or in my rolling tool drawer. I guess you should be neither alarmed or sad. I'm not sure how to to advise on that notion. 🙂

My wife and I had a talk today over lunch about our getting on in years, and the things that we like to do at our age, and still take pleasure in. The things that we enjoy doing, and are grateful to still be doing. It was a Valentines Day lunch, and the food and restaurant were just wonderful. But the conversation was more interesting to me than the ambience, the setting, and the good chow. Conversation turned eventually to the things that we used to do, but can't do anymore. The things that we miss, and would still be involved in, if only we were physically or financially able. Lastly, we talked about a number of things that we each used to spend a lot of time doing, choose not to do anymore, and don't miss one bit. I thought that it was a really good taking stock of our situations and our lives, at this point (in our mid-60's). I won't bore you with ours, but how about you, and your three lists? 1.Things or activities that you enjoy doing, and are grateful to still be doing. 2.Things that you used to enjoy doing, but simply can't do anymore. Things you sort of miss. and, 3. Things that used to figure strongly in your life, but you choose not to do them. And good riddance to all that. Please share, if you are of the mind. I find it interesting and thought-provoking. Particularly the 'grateful' part of the equation. 🙂

Exactly what rct said it was. Thanks to rct and gearbasher. I didn't have a clue. 🙂

Brilliant!! Thank you, good sir. 😉

I found in in the road today. That thing there, photographed next to the Fender Thin guitar pick. Small metal object, v-shaped, lightweight, with serrations. I'm at a loss. 🤨

I tried to save some time by multi-tasking one time years ago. I took a bath and washed my toaster, all at the same time. Sadly, I had left the toaster plugged in. Never gonna do that again!! 😉

If I had a horse, I would want you to paint him, Butch. 🙂

Funny, when fujiflame first showed up, and started all his nonsense, all I could think of was, "We just lost a sweet young guy from these boards who passed away at age 31, and for a replacement we get this a$$hole??" 😔

I for one thank you. He was beyond irritating, and worse yet, he only meant to provoke, not enlighten. 🙂

Heh. How many truck stop bathrooms did you have to visit before you learned that that sort of liaison wasn't your cup of tea? Or did your doctor advise you to give it a rest? Oh, it's spelled "you", not ypu. Unless ypu is some sort of truck stop bathroom slang that I'm not hip to. Anyway, I'm through being kind to you, and endeavoring to offer you counsel on polite sociable behaviors. You clearly aren't here to pass on any sort of meaningful information. You are, as others observed early on, a common internet troll. Adios, Scooter. It's not been nice knowing you. 😉

OH MY GOD, I’M BORING (a poem) Oh my God, I’m boring a fact of which I was unaware My ego will need restoring Fuji’s done some serious damage there And it appears that I am wrong I know nothing about neck tenons, the difference between short and long, or between Sir Paul’s and John Lennon’s My forum enforces blandness and uniformity and Gibson is a terrible company My Les Paul’s neck joint has a deformity Upon my playing, surely shame and guilt will accompany I guess I should thank fujifan for his honesty Though it’s a bitter pill for me to swallow This lesson should lead to ontogeny And maybe fujifan-like wisdom will follow I sure hope that Gibson gives a listen To the truths that fujifan has to offer Then maybe in 2025 they can christen A new line of neck joints to proffer Neck joints that conform to fujifan’s standards, that offer vintage tones to players what noodles and meanders whilst playing riffs from the Rolling Stones Well, I guess I really am boring Because I just wrote a poem On a topic as exciting as vinyl flooring even the rhymes and prose are ho-hum fin Okay, I’m gonna shut up now. 😔

I pray for you, brother fujifan. If this is the be all and end all of your contribution to music, then I can only offer my heartfelt love and prayers for a happier existence for you some day. PM me, please. I have many years of experience in counseling and guiding troubled men and women toward a more peaceable and harmonious outcome. Really. You only need reach out. I love you, and I'm here for you, little brother. 🫠

Welcome, Mike. Great to have you aboard, mate. Photos of your Les Paul are always appreciated. 🙂

You assign personalities, motivations, and politics to the forum that simply do not exist. I have no idea what your history is, but clearly you have been hurt and insulted on a number of web forums. I get it. It stings. And so you lash out. But I caution you to avoid characterizing any of these fine long-time Gibson forum members as lacking in originality and humor. These guys here are not Gibson bots, and most of them have been vocal in their criticism of Gibson and many of their product. Let's go back to square one now. Why not introduce yourself, and tell us a bit about your years of playing Fuji-gen guitars, and the gigs and performances that you have engaged in? Tell us about your band members, and how well received your guitar performances are, when playing your favored instruments. (versus the times that you no doubt had unsatisfactory experiences when playing modern Gibson guitars at your gigs) Really. All is forgiven. Just tell us about yourself and your band, and your life's experiences with a variety of guitar brands. That's the stuff we really enjoy here. True life stories from the road, and from the bars and clubs where we ply our trade. I extend this hand of friendship, and look forward to a fresh start for you here. 🙂

Hi, Eric. And good evening. Here is what Fjestad's Blue Book reveals about your Epiphone Spirit. Nice guitar!! I see them on Reverb going for $1,600 to $1,900. What a cool instrument!! 😉

fujifan, I'm sure you hear this a lot in your explorations and visitations of a variety of guitar web forums and other social media and web-sites, but in my opinion you are over-compensating. For what exactly, I have no idea. But you are trying too hard. So hard that you offend at every turn, and even take a perverse pride in offending. Most would simply write you off as an internet troll. As for me, I believe there is hope and salvation for you. My recommendation is to stand back and evaluate (objectively as is possible for you) what exactly it is that you came to the Gibson forum to accomplish. And then check the blocks on those items you hoped to achieve here. Here, I'll assist you, young sir. Let's start it off. * Pissed off a lot of long-time forum members - Check * Changed anybody's mind toward your way of thinking - No. Not at all. * Amused most of us, and given us a chuckle - Check * Made yourself look like an argumentative, rationalizing, projecting fool - Check * Made friends and influenced people - No. Not at all. You get the idea. You can take it from here, I imagine. 😉

Steady lads. We are all friends here. If I had a nickle for every time there was an internet disagreement over some nebulous theory about the origins of tone, I would be retired to Bali right now. With two bare-breasted servant girls bringing me martinis. 😜

True story. A few seasons ago, I was playing a gig with my band, and I was playing my Gibson Les Paul Studio Copper-Top, a 2001 model. Weeks of band practice had led to some really tight sets, and the wedding party we were playing was rocking with a high degree of fun energy. Wedding attendees and the bride and groom were on the dance floor, and we had a ball delivering them great dance tunes and even a few requests. Set after set, great music, short breaks, lots of dancing, and everyone was having a fabulous time! At one point late in the event though, the father of the bride started pointing at me and shouting, "Stop, stop, STOP THE MUSIC!!" We lumbered to a halt, and Bob the drummer just looked at me and shrugged. What could be the matter? The raucous crowd went silent. I spoke into my mic. "What's the matter, sir?" He pointed a trembling finger toward my guitar and sneered, "Your Les Paul has a long tenon neck. It has a step down and the neck heel covers the joint. No wonder your tone sounds like crap!!" The groom exclaimed, "What the hell? You aren't playing a 1952 Gibson? I thought there was something off about your tone!" The bride burst into tears. "Whaaaaaa! His guitar isn't vintage, and now my wedding is ruined! Whaaaaaah!!" She turned and sobbed into her mothers' comforting arms. The mom glared at me angrily. The pastor stepped forward and whispered softly, "It might be best if you all just packed up and left out of here. I'll make sure you get paid, but don't expect anything more than half wages." I nodded glumly, and my band-mates and I sadly began to quietly pack up and load out. The crowd dispersed, and the jukebox began playing softly. Theme From Peyton Place was the song. My girl singer hissed at me, "Great job, John. You and your crap Les Paul ruined everything!" She turned and marched away with her Shure microphone and her flavored rum drink, headed for the parking lot. The rest of us loaded into the van and cars, and Bob the drummer and I drove away in silence. We made no conversation for quite a while. Finally a few miles up the road he said, "We gotta get you a proper early 1950's Gibson, or we will never get any jobs around this town." I sank into my seat belt shoulder harness a bit, and just nodded morosely. We drove on into the night. 😔