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skatingbasser wrote:Guitarist whos well versed in effects pedals WANTED!

otisroom wrote:

skatingbasser wrote:Guitarist whos well versed in effects pedals WANTED!

Wow, that's going to be hard to find.

benadrian wrote:http://portland.craigslist.org/mlt/msg/532132841.html

Handmade electric guitar... VERY metal!

Date: 2008-01-08, 1:23AM PST

If you are looking for a guitar that NO ONE else has, look no further. This thing looks fucking EVIL! LOOK at those PICTURES. It looks like something a totally sweet viking would use to crush skulls in a bezerker rage! I don't know who made it, but it was probably forged by Sauron, deep within the mountain of doom, or something. This deadly weapon of METAL is one solid piece of wood. Very strong, very straight. This thing completely SHREDS! The action is perfect. The tuner machines are new, self trimming. very handy!

I am hoping to trade for a moped, or scooter, that works. I am sick and FUCKING TIRED of wasting 5 dollars a day on the stupid bus to get to work. I would also accept cash offers, or maybe a different trade. Like a bike. Or a small car.

Nick

Engagement Ring in exchange for your Gibson guitar.

Recently I was cleaning my old room and came across the engagement ring I bought for my then girlfriend about 6 years ago. Well, things didn't work out and I still have the ring. It's a simple white gold band with a very nice marquis shaped diamond the cut is good to very good, clearity is VS2 if I remember right it's 1 karat. And no, it's not stolen. I paid about $3,000.00 for it.
So, here are some things I'm looking for in excahge; Gibson guitars or possably some kind of head along the lines of Mesa Rectifier.

genius who I and many other PRFers empathise with wrote:Dear Internet Porn,

These last ten years have been quite a trip, have they not? My letter to you now, however, is not one of celebration... I don't feel like we are the same anymore. We just don't have that passion we used to.

When we first met I was a loser, and you were there for me. My parents told me that you were no good for me, but I didn't listen. You showed me that there were plenty of people like myself getting laid. It was beautiful and passionate. Your softcore erotic videos were a tasteful introduction to my budding sexuality.

As I got older I started seeing girls on the side. I knew you were jealous, but you have always held a special place in my heart. You became naughtier and it affected my relationships. I started wanting all the things I had seen you do. I wanted to be just like you. I wanted to cover my girlfriend's face, put it up her ass, choke her.

But that's when I realized your dark secret, Internet Porn. You aren't real: you are a fake and shallow individual. No girl wants a load on her face! Anal sex hurts and humiliates, and choking only leads to bruises that friends and loved ones ask about. You lied to me and changed my sexual expectations. Now no girl can please me.

I know it isn't all bad. You've taught me so much. I can surf the internet with either hand and I know all the keyboard shortcuts for my browser. I know positions that aren't even in the Kamasutra. But you have such a dark side. I've been late for work more than once and I find myself wanting to jerkoff at six in the morning. That's what you've done to me.

Even now, on the eve of Christ's birth, I sit hunched over my computer, penis in hand. I had to turn the nativity scene around so that Jesus wouldn't see your filth. Try as I might, I can never hide you well enough either. It is harder to find you squirreled away on my hard drive than it is to get into my online bank account. Yet there is always lingering evidence. I've told you time and again to stop leaving your things at my place. But you ALWAYS forget something: a shortcut here, an unclear history there.

There's no acceptance when you are discovered either. It might have been ok when we started - just innocent flirting with softcore. But now my girlfriends discover my asphyxiation collection, or that one goat video. I hate that you always invite your shadiest friends over when you come.

So I have one request. I know I can't get rid of you... you are the psychopathic stalker to my teenage horror film. But if you won't leave me alone, can you at least do me one favor? If I ever die, can you please format my hard drive? All of them? If you can't do that, just burn my place down. My family can never know of my shame.

- Your shamed lover

PEPPER! wrote:

Blues guitarist needs back up band

Reply to: comm-531293048@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-01-07, 12:43PM EST


Hi my name is Tony Ray Pulaski and I am a Bluesman. I play a 1961 Fender Stratocaster which is all original and strung with .011's into an Ibanez tubescreamer which has been modified with a 4558 chip and all carbon comp resistors. I use a Fender Deluxe Reverb amplifier which was gutted and all the resistors were replaced with NOS allen bradley carbon comps. I play the real blues like my main man Stevie Ray Vaughan, in fact I have one of his guitar picks which I wear around my neck for mojo. I am currently engaged to an african-american woman from Arkansas and our experiences together (such as people whispering about us and the dirty looks we get at dinner) form the basis for my blues.

I need a bass player and a drummer to back me up in the studio and maybe for some gigs too. The bass player needs to have a Fender bass built BEFORE 1965 with no ceramic tone caps ( I will have my tech at auditions to open up and check) must use all tube amplifiers pre-1980, with an 8x10 cabinet and own transportation. The drummist needs to be familiar with all the various blues beats like the shuffle, the flat tire, the shug, the funky dunk, and the whap-a-dang. Please, no Sonar or Pearl kits!

I have written an album;s worth of songs "The Blues Are Falling Down On Me" "Cold Blue Rain" "I Got The Blues For My Baby" "Bluesman Blues". And need a back up band to help record it.

When applying for either position, please send a detailed description of your equipment (with photos) along with photos of yourself in gig clothing. After receiving that, I will call you to arrange an audition.

I got my mojo woiking and I hope yours is too!