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Edited on Wed Feb-08-06 12:37 AM by Jamastiene
I have an older Japanese made Charvel, but the frets are so worn on it, that it needs a fret job. I am so paranoid about it that I won't let anyone touch it, so I sit and drool all over it and long for the day I can find my old guitar tech guy from Charlotte. In the meantime, I dream of having a custom deal made just like it, only with a few minor modifications. I love blue guitars. There are actually a whole bunch of us who have this thing for blue guitars. I swear they sound better than any other kind. I don't know if it is how they affect my playing or what, but they do sound better.
Anyhoo, the San Dimas was the American made (higher quality cuts of wood and higher quality craftsmanship) Charvel back in the 80's. Well, Charvel broke away from Jackson for about 15 years and unless you found a Charvel in good condition used, you were S.O.L. I love my Baby Blue. It actually isn't baby blue in color, but it's my baby. It's a royal metallic blue. I name my guitars. B.B. King named his guitar Lucille and wrote a song about how that guitar saved his life in a car accident years ago. Ever since I saw that documentary about him, I have named all my guitars.
I have:
Baby Blue (B.B., my blue Charvel and before anyone asks, no, I won't sell it, sorry, I want this one cremated with me)
Black Beauty (another B.B., my black Charvette)
The Sunday Girl Prototype (my old Harmony Sears guitar that I tricked out the paint job on. I painted it with black and white stripes to look like the first Blondie album I ever bought with the song Sunday Girl on it. I was nuts about Chris Stein, Blondie's guitarist, when I was little. I wanted to grow up to be him, so this guitar is like a tribute to him and my cat Sunday Girl. I painted it like that as a prototype for another custom Rickenbacker type guitar I have always wanted)
Kurt (named after Kurt Cobain, my Alvarez acoustic guitar)
Courtney (named after Courtney Love, my black Squier Venus, the guitar Courtney Love designed for Fender)
and
Sideedee (my purple Fender P-bass guitar,named after both Sid Vicious and Dee Dee Ramone as another tribute to some of my favorites)
Okay, I'm nuts about guitars. When I am thinking about anything else, I am merely stifling the main thing that stays on my one track mind when it comes to art, beauty, music, serenity. I haven't even played in a year now because life has taken up too much time to let me have time to enjoy the things in life I used to enjoy. It sucks to have to survive and not be able to enjoy my little guitars. I do so love them.
Sorry if this is boring to you, but it's a passion of mine. If I was rich, I would probably build a personal music studio, fill it full of instruments I like, stay drunk, order deliverable food all the time, record weird experimental music, play with my cats, sleep on the floor in my sleeping bag only when I crashed from being so into the music for such a long stretch of time that I forgot to sleep, and hang out in the DU Lounge and even host parties for Loungers to come visit me and party with me for the rest of my life. If there is a such thing as Heaven, that would be it for me. I love DU Lounge Lizards and my cats and my guitars. Why does survival have to take up so much of my time and energy when all I wanna do is have fun, play with my cats and my guitars, and hang out with good people and listen to and make good music? Poverty sucks.
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