(second block, fourth letter of the prisoners' quadratic tap code...)

...am here to tap through the walls.

Tue Jul, 13 2004

Wild In The Streets

"Here's something people are doing They're volunteering for the convention, going to all the volunteer meetings and training sessions, and then when the day comes for them to actually be on the job, they're not showing up. Interesting idea. I imagine there are ways to take it even further, though. Like showing up, but having eaten lots of beans and fibrous foods and whatnot before, and passing mondo gas all day; or simply wearing shitboatloads of strong perfume, like Giorgio Beverly Hills, Joop!, JPGaultier for Men (that's a GOOD one), Fragile by Gaultier for women, White Shoulders, Poison or Mackie by Bob Mackie. Or any of the strong oils you can get at 106th St. and Amsterdam (some of the strongest are 'Bob Mackie,' Weekend by Burberry, and Michael Kors for Women); also, there's eating a huge lunch and taking an emetic before your shift, so you throw up a lot; or wearing really dirty socks and a diaper, so you stink. Those are just things I imagine people would do; they're all pretty odor-centric, though. I wonder if anyone is just going to release thousands of skunks into lower Manhattan in August. That would be something to see. To clarify, I'm not advocating anyone to do these things. Just musing on the idea. If anyone did them, well, they probably thought of it first anyway."
This is a New Yorker not enthusiastic over the idea of the Republican National Convention in his home town. In addition to not farting and barfing on anyone else's FreeSpeech, he recommends a "direct action handbook" full of insights on the history and risks of masks, platoon and company-level tactical organization for the streets, doctrinal pretzels, OPFOR intelligence, tactical maps, and all kinds of tactics.

Somebody, tell me something. Everybody everywhere all the time is hollering about how ugly everybody is in their politics, these days. (I'm just guessing that this wouldn't be a good time to point out that that's what happens when they're all slavering around the same cannibal-pot.) Well, I'd like to know how many "right wing nuts" are actively organizing this sort of bullshit -- this kind of Bolshevik Revolutionary Triumphant Workers' March Wit' The Bones of Lunacharsky bullshit -- for the Democrats in Boston.


I'm all eyes and ears.

Morer, even -- Insta-readers and others who've not seen it should also see this expoundation.


Various guitars I see floating by, mostly Gibson and mostly eBay.

Early Norlin ES-335 -- 1970, in Walnut ("ES-335TDW"). This is a period-piece look and feel, and arguably the sound as well but that's to cut things very finely. A "classic" 335 would be the original of 1958 in the Sunburst or Natural finish, or the Cherry Red of 1959; the Walnut of 1970 (second year of that finish offering) is not really a "classic" 335. In the history of the Gibson aesthetic, this is analogous to, say, vertically-striped polyester bell-bottoms or Bahama Blue shag carpeting. None of this is to say that they're not cool guitars, and this is a nice one. Excellent photographs.

Chrome hardware, featuring the trapeze tailpiece (like my L-47 and I've always liked it) and ABR-1 bridge with period-typical nylon saddles. Bound rosewood fretboard, with small block markers, and then the crown inlay at the machine head. These would be the T-top Humbuckers. Vintage Nazis would moan that the upper bouts are pointy (the body templates were wearing-out in the factory) and the fourteen-degree machine head with the volute signals a sometimes not-fun era of the line, but these things really do rock or moan or whatever you want a 335-type semi-hollow to do. ...which, of course, is because it really is a 335.

In the months since I've let AxeBites languish all to bleedin' hell, Gibson's Robot Guitar technology has sifted out to other models than the original Les Paul application. I don't know how it's going: I still haven't even seen one of these self-tuners. I don't see piles of them burning on the sides of the highway, nor reverent hangings in display cases over bars, so who knows? This 2008 Robot SG is ready to rock in the Metallic Red. Nickel hardware; it's the stoptail wired for data to send to the tuners, with dual Humbuckers. It's a bound rosewood fretboard, but I really like the single-bound machine head with the crown inlay. That's a real cool old-school look, right there, to set off that crazy-ass color. {nod}