Old Hippy & Young Mr. Wards Poster Art

Just got the "Ballad of John & Yoko from Sean Ward of Toronto (and the World), and hung it on the Far Wall of my Barking Dogs Recording Studio and Secret Hide Out. It's the first thing you see when you walk through the (open) door. It's colorful and Witty and draws attention. I want him to do a pencil sketch of me sitting next to Harry with both of us looking down at the floor and noticing it needs sweeping. Done in the style of that famous B.B. King-Eric Clapton, sitting on the Fender Amps photograph.

Check out seanward.net for Beatles art, comics and general all around nice guy stuff.

Mot & Mat Play Guitars Very Nicely

And sing , too.
If you are into New Hampshire and acoustic guitars and Bluesy electric snapping and popping; check these guys out!!!!!!

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LILLY

I guess it's time to introduce the Boss of the family 

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!

'79 Ibanez LEE RITENOUR

One of my favorites.

Acoustic Tile Arrived and Deployed

On your left as you enter the room. The guitars i'll be using most.

Back wall with the new AuraLex Ported Acoustic Tile. It's supposed to be a Diffuser and an absorber etc. Sounds pretty good even though it's not finished yet.  All the tile will be done tomorrow. (Wednsday).  Then it'll be time to put up photo's and posters.

These are the six amp setups I will be using. I'll list them, but will wait to give an overview of each one.

On the top, left is a 1962 Epiphone Devon Tremelo.

In the Middle, top is a Marshall Valvestate 20.

On the top right is my Reverend KingSnake (No it's not for sale.)

Bottom left is a Sleeper Amp: a much modified Vox Reverb Twin.

A Mad in the USA Crate 16 sits on a Cab extention

containing a Weber Blue Pup 12" Speaker.

Far right is a Koch Studiotone 20 Head

sitting on top of a Reverend "Cowboy" Cabinet

containing a Jenson Neo 12" Speaker.

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!

Finished Studio

 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.

No  security risk there! ( I hope )

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.

IF THIS IS OCTOBER - IT MUST BE JACK KEROUAC

I read this poem, among others, at a few bars tonight. A final Beat wrap-up of the few remaining hipsters still in Lowell.  A lot of Jack's fans don't understand the depth of Jack's feelings for Catholicism. There are reasons why some hipsters were beat. It had to do with a lot of things, but they truly wept for their brothers and sisters. They had come off WWII, and knew what man was capable of doing and of tolerating. They wept because, they too, were human beings. I can see Saint Michael sharpening  his sword, aware of the deed he must perform.  This year, see Jack as that Catholic School Boy; not the man consumed by his demons.

WHY ANGELS CRY

... for Jack Kerouac

No one cries

as long

or as hard-

As a wounded Angel.

No one bleeds

  as deep

or so red-

As a wounded Angel.

so:

St. Michael

Waits.

Listening to his brothers

Sing.