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Yeah man. That's a tough day of driving right there!! 😙

Welcome, RNA Music. You sound like an interesting cat, and you come from a great part of Texas, so I welcome you with extra affection. I worked with a guy in the Army many years ago named Herman Yezak, and his family owned some cattle land in east Texas. I'm also close with Laurie Brown for many years, and she lives somewhere near Tyler, Texas. I live near the other Huntsville, in northern Alabama. I have flown over your Huntsville many times in a helicopter though, but i was careful not to fly too low. 😛

Guitars are just like trees. You cut 'em in half, and count the rings. 😑

Worth $1,100 in that condition (Excellent). Antique Ivory is the name of the finish. I'm going to say it was either cymbals or ceiling fan blades. 🙂

Worked in the yard, tended the garden, and put down some sod (from a local nursery) over where the dogs had run things thin. Just turned on the sprinkler. Cracked a cold beer, and now I have some cod (marinating in butter, garlic, and black pepper ) for supper here in a bit. I'm thinking Brussels sprouts on the side with a squeeze of lemon juice. 😐

A most unsettling situation. 😕

I have found myself walking down the hallway at work, and singing, "I'm in the mood for drugs, er, uh love, simply because you're near me....". 😔

Jack, Changing from 0.10's to 0.09's isn't going to change much, I suspect. The easier and cheaper thing to do, in this trouble-shooting experiment, is to remove one spring. See what that does for you, good sir. 🙂

This only just occurred to me. When you write your songs and song lyrics, what are your left-and-right-limits for expressions of emotion, either positive or negative? And further, are your song-writing ambitions limited by that which is the socially-accepted norm of pop radio? And if so, is that even a relevant convention in this life and these times? When I was in the Army, my mates and I spoke in extreme and often outrageous terms, especially when we were joking around, riffing philosophic, or just talking story. "Man oh man. She is gorgeous. I would crawl through five miles of broken glass to hear her fart through a walkie-talkie." "I hate that guy. I wouldn't cross the street to p1$$ on him if he were on fire!" See, those are extreme expressions of emotion. But you rarely see such examples in rock, pop, country, jazz, soul, or mainstream radio-friendly music. There seems to be a tight left and right limit for expressions of emotion. Prince declared that, "I would die for you." (I Would Die 4 U, technically.) You never once thought for a minute though that his Purple Royalness would ever want to lay down and die for her. So you knew it was a lark. A song-writing hook. Robert Palmer. "Doctor doctor, give me the news, I got a bad case of lovin' you". Same thing. A clever lyric, and great hook. But it never crossed that line. That line of impropriety. Rick Derringer. If I Weren't So Romantic, I'd Kill You. A great and clever concept, and even the title of an album. But it never took off. He had a cult and minor sensation with it, but not exactly a radio hit. So help me out here. Are there, or were there, song writers who pushed the envelope of weirdness and offensiveness, and yet still made a hit out of it? I'll start it off by naming Ted Nugent, for example. Cat Scratch Fever. Never in a million years would I think that that would go. But there it was. Your thoughts, and offerings? 😑

Oh, COME ON! That's some of my best stuff right there!! 😕

So no, this thread isn't about frequently mis-heard song lyrics. That's boring, and it's been done to death. This is about my brain's synapses. I post this so that I may better understand my affliction. You see, I may have a disease. Or a malady if you will. A disorder. I can hear and learn perfectly innocuous, wonderful song lyrics, and then my mind goes off somewhere, and invents vulgar, obscene, juvenile variations on those same lyrics. And then I sing them in my head. Sometimes at band practice. Worse yet, in my advancing years, I have been known to sing them out loud at work, or in public, while shopping for groceries. Imagine being the lady turning the corner from the fruits and vegetables into the coffee and cereal aisle at Kroger, and bumping into me singing along to the muzak coming from the overhead speakers: While Paul Carrack sings, "Tempted by the fruit of another," I'm happily singing along, "Tempted by the cooch of your mother..." Jody Watley, "Now you're like the rest, unworthy of my breasts". Elvis Presley, "Tell me dear, are you horny tonight?" And those are the most harmless and benign examples I can name. The list is long, and it's incredibly salacious and scandalous. Really terrible stuff. Too vulgar to post here. The question is this; Does anybody else do this, or is this a psychological, sociological aberration of my own device? Am a pervert, or maybe a savant? Is this madness, or a gift? Throw me a bone, here. 😔

Fabulous playing!! 🙂

Bon après-midi! C'est l'une des plus belles guitares Les Paul que j'aie jamais vues. Je l'aime. 🙂

It took me awhile to figure out what you guys were talking about. Courses Of Action? Coat Of Arms, maybe. Change Of Address.....? Oh yeah. Certificate Of Authenticity. Whooo boy. 😑

The Chinese Manned Space Engineering office reports that it "landed in the Indian Ocean at a point 72.47° East and 2.65° North".

Exactly. We would go from, "What's for supper, Grandma?" to "What's for supper?" "Grandma." 😏

I played folk guitar for the New Christy Menstruals. It was bloody awful. 😬

This lady takes her seat on the airliner next to a nicely-dressed gentleman, and straps herself in. He turns and inquires, "Traveling for business, or pleasure?" She responds, "Pleasure. I'm headed to a convention of nymphomaniacs." She then turned and smiled. "My name is Trudy, and I'm very much attracted to men who are US educated Germans living in Norway whose favorite bands play Fender guitars and amps, but who still prefer Gibsons and Marshalls. What's your name?" He cleared his throat, and tipped his hat, "Well, ma'am, my name is Helmut Johansen, but my friends from Georgetown University call me Stevie Ray Foghat!" 😬 Okay, I'm gonna shut up now. 😑

Too easy!! 😛

It's settled then. I'd rather have yours than Les's anyway. 😗

But that's just me.

It sounds to me like you have a pretty young pony who sadly resides in a small, cramped paddock. She is rarely exercised, and feels sad. Some neighboring rancher wishes to pay you top dollar for her, and if you sell her, she has a chance to run free in large pastures, and will almost surely be exercised and ridden on a frequent basis. I would say that it's time to sell that horse. 😐

Buenos días, Beto. ¡El Kramer Forum lll es un excelente bajo! Mi amigo tuvo uno a finales de los 80's. Suelen valer 400 dólares en estos días.