Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Lilly is now about ten. No one knows how old she is, or where she is from. But about ten years ago, Kate, then eight, needed someone to talk to. After school, and at night. Someone to confide in. And since Maureen was getting pretty tired of walking me after dinner, a dog seemed natural.
We have a great facility near us, in Methuen, Ma. named Nevin's Farm. They not only shelter cat's and dog's; but big old worn out farm horses and dairy cows all milked out who's owners couldn't stand to hamburger them up. Pigs and chickens who managed to lie, cheat or steal their way off the disassembly line. All living out at the farm.
We drove up there one bone chilling night and popped inside and down the narrow hall to the "puppies". Which of course, consisted of a dozen Bull Terriers, Dobermans and various attack assault dog-machines.
..... and Lilly. Fifteen pounds of terrified little mixed breed terrier, herself. We went back up to the Big Desk, and since we were repeat customers and had been checked out previously, we busted her out of there. And we're all still running.
Lilly had been running loose in some of the worst neighborhoods in the area when she caught the eye of an Animal Control Officer. She stalked "Bella", as she called her and brought her to her own home, kicking, snarling and biting. Said she had "Trust" issues. She kept her there and worked with her and by the time we got her, two weeks later. (The dog, not the Nice Animal Control Woman), she was in much calmer waters.
Lilly wouldn't come near us for three days, just sit on the couch and eye us warily. But she never bit or nipped us and slowly allowed us to spoil her over the next week. Now, as you can imagine, she's put on weight and lays about as much as any terrier until we walk. Then, she puts it in overdrive and terrorizes the mousie, voles and chipmonk tribes out back! It's just amazing how the little Hellions get to you!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
This wall is on your right, as you enter the room. You can seethe Synth.
The bookcase is there to control paperwork and sheet music, as well
as magazines and books of general interest. There is just a little bit of tile up there, but a short session with a PRS McCarty and the Fender Bassman run throughthe Marshall Cab with 2x12 Celestion Speakers sounded just great I ran it very crunchy on the Bridge Pup and the Ice-Picky Death Treble and the top end zingyness was gone. Very close to being completely done now!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Just a couple of photos of the painted walls and a shelf or two.
My Synth, which I love Already! I am going to bring back Disco!
Donna Summer is back home in Somerville; I'll look her up.
I'm loading my stuff in tomorrow. Saturday - maybe I'll get help.
My acoustic foamy tile thingies are due to arrive tomorrow or Monday.
Great job Sweetwater! I'll need to "tune" the room to make it sound
great for recording live. I'll be recording live to tape and digital.
Where do you get extra digitals? I got lots of tape left over from the '60's.
The window on the far wall is blocked in, and locked up.
A few guitars already in there.
The digital recorder is there. I'll get the monitors up and away to get them in the best "hearing" position. Right now, the room is not usable, as the sound needs to be tamed. Diffusers and absorbers will be put up soon.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
One Day at a Time.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
The adult volunteers worked long nights after work, whipping fields into shape so their sons could experience the combat of hardball without the pleasures of cow pies and random rocks placed Murphy like, in just the right karmic position.
Little did we know, we were to be a small part of a larger saga. A story that continues today on the same, vastly improved ball fields. But in 1958, the men ran out of money and in Hovey Square Park, local ground rules had to be established. There was no fence in left field.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Eight feet of heat. That'll be plenty when the amp tubes get cooking!
Lastly, out the door and back up to the deck and civilization. Television and computers.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
What you are looking at is the South End of a North Bound Eastern Hognose Snake. An adult Hognose. About 24" to 30". This guy eats mice and toads. Now, a little explanation is necessary, here. Maureen and I like birds. So we feed them during the winter and we have stored bucketsfull of sunflower seeds and niger in the garage.We have done this for 35 + years at this location. The mice and chipmunks know this. And apparently the Eastern Hognose Snakes do, also. We've had to rescue mice who have fallen in the sunflower bucket and have been unable to escape their delicious predicament due to their massive holy Buddah Belly impediments. Our solution was a piece of wooden strapping, one end in the bucket to allow them to escape. ( we thought ).
The last time I had the garage cleaned out, I had a leftover ratty Coleman sleeping bag that had accumulated much too much campfire kiddy grunge. So I folded it neatly and placed it in the far back corner as a Base of Operations for all the little Chip and Dales and Minnies and Mickeys. What we did not know was that the Hognose ( Herbert ) had snuggled in the folds of the Coleman waiting for the little rodents to stumble homeward in Marital Mice Mania, stuffed and sated, eager to increase their tribe. Ouch - What a trip. The Ultimate Disney Mickey Rat Trap. And I set it in motion.
This is saturday evening. I have done most of this clearing away, since Maureen had to work today. You know, the Healing Gig. Those Damn Sick People!!!
You will notice, four Gibson Amps in the middle left. Three are solid state and one is tube. I've had them for like, three years. As soon as the music room is done, i'll get to them. Refurbish them, clean them. I have actually finished one, a G50. It is surprisingly quiet at idle and sweet and clean at low volumes.
Sunday Night! See the darkness creeping in on little Cass' feet. Little Cass lives down the ......... oh not really. It's fog like little milks eyes. No -but the fabled Music Room is empty except for the window on the floor that will replace the window all ready in the wall. Because the window on the floor to be soon in the wall opens and closes. Whereas, the window in the wall, now, merely sits nailed in place affording only a view but no cool breezes. Simple, right?
The "floating floor" flew out the open door on little big money dollars wings. We are going to hang 2 x 10's on the tops of the cement blocks and level that all up and put plywood down. The fact is, if I don't, i'll never be able to keep this room warm. In that 10" space we will put in insulation. Over the plywood, we will put a carpet pad. ( or two ).
But tomorrow is Electric Day! Power! More Power!! Carl will be over to spend money. I'm going underground from the cellar to the front side of the garage. I've explained to Carl what I need. He commented that that was more than just the one light bulb, eh? So if the East Coast goes down briefly tomorrow; that'd be me. Sorry.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Last year at this time, I had my single car garage (14' x 20' ) cleared out and cleaned up. Mouse turd free, oil splatters sucked up with WeSuckOilDry , and ready to go. This modest little structure was to be my disability/retirement present to myself. A neat little private music room. I wasn't going to call it a recording studio, as I had, over the years, actually recorded in real studios. Let me assure you, this is a garage. It will be have a floating floor, soft, absorbent walls. Bass traps and comfortable stools. There will be heat. There will be surveillance cameras and hefty, armbendingly ruinous locking mechanisms. There will be gun safes, guitar safes and safe safes. There will be about three tape recorders and one digital recorder. (Tascam).
There will be a door cut into the side wall, right where the window is now. I took this photo from my new deck. The reason the music room didn't get built last year. Last year we put a new room onto the house and installed a new gas furnace and a wood burning stove in the addition. We were able to tell OPEC where to go last year.
What we see here is mostly clutter. Old cardboard boxes saved back for when the goods fail and need to be repackaged and sent home to a warehouse in New Jersey to die. A quivering quaking pile of electric guts. This will be mostly tossed, as I don't expect to outlive my monitors. A functional window will replace the nailed in static air leak that is imitating a window at present. Pink Panther will be liberally applied between the studs and above the ceiling. The walls will be plywood, as i'm not about to spend gold for lead. A good quiet flat room will be fine.
This will sit nice on the hill, under maple trees and easy to get to. A new door will be going in and will be locked down tight. I should be able to play fairly loud. Loud enough for my needs.
I hope to also write and produce radio plays (20 mins). Record them here with vocal actors from UMass-Lowell and play them on student radio. Construction starts one week from today.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
A short trip for Basho. ( 88 ) miles. I've had it inspected, the brakes checked out and made sure the gas lines were ok and high pressure. Passed the inspections with flying colors.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
you cut five
Friday, July 24, 2009
All the Bright Mornings
I. On Saturdays
this life no smoke
lifted off the tarmac
heavy headed to Ploesti
dodging black flack downwind
the wind blows blue smoke
small engine repair
mornings so cold
you can your breath
catching fire watching
the bombs drop
silently framed in his
eyes sweeping the row
of tools spread out
useless now half or
more fogotten in
the haze oil smoke-
blowing now he stands
as always at his post
waiting for the engines
before he can tell
if anything is wrong
on saturday morning
when St. Paul came
his tools too dangerous
now for him who once
flew with the Eagles
All gone now
the memories flooding
together the ditch
run off water gathered
Gone Now the Bright Son
of father’s day
middle of the driveway
the young ones
as always he could
work longer harder
Old Lions showing
the young cats
how its done
the Youngest Son
shaking his head
wondering if he too
the Angels have come
so bright the Son
when it started.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
- 1996 Fender American Standard with a Malmsteen pickup set by Dimarzio. (all the notes come out in Swedish, ya?) I got it used and just loved the sound of it and used it until the neck needed re-fretting. Since Electron, from the FDP was always talking up his Robert Cray Model Strat, I took a chance and bought a near mint neck off of eBay. I took off the old neck and sold it and put on the Cray neck. I also changed the pic-guard screws to black, as well as the input jack plate. It looks nice, sounds nice, has a comfy neck. It's a keeper.
- This is not really a Stratocaster as nothing on it is made by Fender. It was put together in spurts. Spurts is a local Gentleman's club down by .........Never mind..... The body is by someone who makes big, heavy strat like objects. The pickups are mini humbuckers from Lollar. The neck is a beauty, a solid rosewood neck with an ebony fretboard made by Warmoth accessories. (A great company) It is part of their Boogie Board editions of necks from the late '70's - early 80's. This is heavy, but balances well and sounds like a Strat on 'roids.
- This is one of the best bang for the buck Fenders you can get. Many players modify their guitars because they want to get everything as close to perfect for them as they can. This guitar has done a lot of that for a lot of players: specially wound pickups, a thick neck, an innovative pickup wiring scheme, and a very thin layer of nitrocellulose lacqer. To me, this is a guitar I took out of the box, tuned it up and let it rip. It needed nothing to be a gig ready pro level instrument.
- A guitar I have always coveted on looks alone. Daphne Blue. I just love the color; all those '50's pastels. I still need to get a Pink Strat. This Daphne is a '97 American Standard, completley stock except for the addition of a set of Lace Gold sensors, which I hated until I spent the time to properly dial it in. Now, I love the sounds I can get out of it. That's it, a quick run down of my strats. What have you got?
Saturday, June 20, 2009
At the order of President Obama, Special Forces spokesman said: Our mission apparently has changed and our motto has been updated to reflect that change. It is no longer "Free the Oppressed" It is now, "Here's Looking At You". "
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
This is probably the most beautiful guitar I have ever owned. I still own it; I just can't play it. The neck is too thin for me. It makes my hands cramp up. It's a Gibson ES-137. But this one was made in their Custom Shop. ( it has a piece of paper that says so! ). If you'll notice, on the top and the back, you cannot see where two pieces of maple were joined. That's because this baby has a one piece top. (and back) . The thinking goes beyond just beauty. It's supposed to sound better because the top vibrates better. Sounds reasonable to me.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
This is a favorite of mine.