Adam CR wrote:Ah no, this is no classic era SA; this is one of the new, bargain SAs. Such is people's insane prejudice against Oriental guitars (by name at least) that these things are available for even less than they were intended to cost.

Still, I'll reserve judgment until I've had some time with it.

Ah...OK. Nevermind then. I haven't played one of the new ones. Regardless, I love Yamaha stuff.

ChristopherM wrote:Regardless, I love Yamaha stuff.

Moi aussi.

The house across the alley from my office looks rather chipper this morning.

Rotten Tanx wrote:I often think that it must be cool to live in Chicago and be able to walk past Electrical Audio, where so many of my favourite albums were recorded.

Today I walked past UB40s studio. As I did the usual "hmm" type acknowledgement it occurred to me that people in other parts of the world are probably jealous of me.

hah, ahhhhh funny....just imagine!

Rotten Tanx wrote:I often think that it must be cool to live in Chicago and be able to walk past Electrical Audio, where so many of my favourite albums were recorded.

Today I walked past UB40s studio. As I did the usual "hmm" type acknowledgement it occurred to me that people in other parts of the world are probably jealous of me.

I'm going to ask my mate Leroy for some bass lessons very soon. I've decided to pick up my bass guitar again for the first time in many moons, I need a big refresher course. I found out last week he was the original artist on"rat in my kitchen" I've known him 15 years or more and never knew this.I saw him in the pub the other night on his way to jam round his place with some old school members of the band. He's the coolest reggae bass man I know. I recently helped him out applying for his British passport as a personal referee , he's only lived here for the last 40 years and has never had a passport since arriving from Jamaica as a child. He's a top geezer.

on another note I heard today that i've landed myself a proper job ,after an interview on monday. It's the first proper job i've in the last 7 years, a right turn up for the books. I am properly over the moon, if I knew you all in the real world i'd by you all a beer. It's honestly the best thing to have happened to me in the last two years.

Chin chin


Mark

GypsumFantastic wrote:
on another note I heard today that i've landed myself a proper job ,after an interview on monday.

Well, someone's got to go down and clear out the Tube-mares!

Salut! Good luck with the job. I raise a glass of Morrison's orange and pineapple southwards.

I had the day off today. The Berkeley Art Museum currently is exhibiting some old work by Yoko Ono. I went to see it.

I had lunch afterwards, and ended up writing a whole poetry book.

Poem #18
who is
with me

Poem #33 (for you)
skills
and abilities
to work

Poem #40
No way
can I hear
the grass grow
over Bev
Bevan

Poem #6
The sex I think, to doing those things

Poem #27
The poets have just run out of rhyme, we can break up

Poem #2 (golf tip)
If you love what is holy, and you do, keep your left arm straight

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Those are just some like excerpts. There's a whole thing.

Angus Jung wrote: Poem #40
No way
can I hear
the grass grow
over Bev
Bevan

This made me chuckle aloud.

I'd go see a band called The Grass Over Bev Bevan.

i'm more or less bed-ridden again.

because i'm getting up and laying down a lot, all this change has been rolling outta my pants pockets onto my blow-up matress (haven't had the money to buy a proper bed yet). too lazy to put the change in a piggybank, i've been letting it stay there in bed with me. somehow all these coins went down my pants last night, and having slept on them, got stuck to my legs. so once i got up today and started walking down the hall i started hearing all these coins drop to the ground and then roll across the hardwood floor. at first i thought there was a hole in my pocket, but then i put two and two together and realized what was happening.

i sincerely hope there aren't any coins lodged up my ass right now.

Angus Jung wrote:Poem #40
No way
can I hear
the grass grow
over Bev
Bevan

I'm listening to "Mr. Blue Sky" while reading this. It is now my favorite poem.