... or should that be plectra I'm no good at that kind of English... to boldly go and all that. (If you are not a guitarist here is a health warning about this post, it may lead to you attempting to chew off a limb to retain conscious or keep your sanity...) My history of plectrum use is... Bloody huge triangular Gibson ones, heavy, I used to wear them out so they ended up pretty much circular in a matter of days/weeks. Odd at that time I had a Strat copy and used Gibson Strings and Gibson picks - I even went for Gibson strings with a wound third at one point after reading heavier strings gave a better tone... yes but you can't play the damn thing and could never get the intonation sorted out after an older mentor showed me what that nonsense was all about. For a long time there after I used Fender medium the hard once, often in tortoiseshell as I thought that classy for some bizarre reason. "Hello darling look at my tortoiseshell picks." I never had many girlfriends
aww..you should have come to texas!!
ReplyDeleteHave a great time!
ReplyDeleteOh I am very envious of the car!
ReplyDeletePics on your return please.
Have great time :)
Or Oregon...where you will fell right at home, weather-wise! On second thought, stay on the other coast, I went to Cali and now I am sick, and I really don't care to share...
ReplyDeleteYou should be motorcycling... but I won't say anything else ! :))
ReplyDeleteI am running around trying to play catch up... sorry I have been bad.
Still love reading you, please don't stop writing, or visiting. :)
AJ
marquis, i expect( the merc)
ReplyDeleteThe quintisential American car? In other words, big, heavy, powerful, comfortable, horrible gas mileage, ill handling and an air conditioning system that could cool a ten-thousand square foot Iraqi palace? hahaha
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed the East Coast. Been hot and dry out here in California...and now our annual wildfire season has started. As per usual, all the canyon dwelling southern Californians are once again looking at having their homes reduced to cinders, and yet, they all refuse to live anywhere else. Whatever. Same every year. I guess its the price we pay for all this sunshine. No free lunch in this world, eh?