Archives: May 2006
Fuckin' yikes. I don't know what's up with this dude, and I don't want to know. Suffice to say he has Issues, serious ones that need to be Resolved. But then again, this is from the 80s. Every morning, I wake up and thank the Music Gods that I was born in 1968, and thus am too fucking young to have been anything in the 80s but an innocent bystander.
Although, one could make the argument that being a teenager in the 80s has informed my later tastes. Just for the record, I like Bauhaus. Let's get that out of the way. But I want to punch this guy right in his pussy.
My lovely and thoughtful wife got me an early birthday present, when she saw me bitching about electric resonators. From the depths of the Chinese Musical Equipment Manufacturing Cabal comes the Hohner Electric Resonator. At a CH under $300, this is actually quite a bit of guitar for the money. It sounds great, if you like the resonator sound (which I do.) It's no National Resolectric, of course, but it's no slouch, either. Surprisingly good for a Chinese guitar.
The trick to resonator is playing it, I've just discovered. Electric resonators are, for all intents and purposes, acoustic guitars with pickups, so you have those big ol' squeeky phosphors on there, chewing away at your fingers. On top of that, I'm left-handed but play righty, so my fingerpicking style is, ummmm, not so stylish. But it is fun to have one of these. When I get $1600 that isn't earmarked for, like, rent and stuff, I'm gonna pick up one of the National electrics.
Man, I wish I made this up, but unfortunately, this is actually true. From the letter that came with this gem of a link:
I'm a vocalist in the Houston area ready to break out into
the big time. I have a game plan I believe will take me to
the top of Billboard...and allow me to be a frequent visitor
over the next decade. I'm looking for a record company that
would like to take this ride with me. I've included the link to my music video on Google.
I don't even know where to start with this, so I just won't. If you were ever curious as to what it was like to own a record label, suffice to say that about 80% of your correspondance is twice as sad, and half as funny, as this.
Well, anyways, you just broke in to the big time, all right. You're about to join the ranks of Star Wars Kid and I Kiss You. Enjoy.
Hey, all... HCGPF is coming tomorrow. I'm neck deep in Chinese Microphone Drama, and I don't want to drop everything and spend two hours searching Google Images. So, it'll come when this Group Buy deal is good and cookin'. Sorry.
Oh, by the by, we're not doing Google Clicks any more, because those guys are dickheads. You don't need to click that Red banner to the right unless you're gonna buy something from them. It is an affiliate program, not a pay-per-click thing.
Now, those of you that accidentally ordered two when you only meant to order one, please write me now because I don't know who got sorted out and who didn't. The interface for the "Group Leader" is basically nonexistant, in case you guys thought I had some double-secret super Control Panel by which I could make the world turn on its axis. Ho, ho, were that only true!