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

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...am here to tap through the walls.



Wed May, 20 2009

Dealing With The Imperative

e-mail out just now to a dear old.net.fighter --

A.,

> Your blog posts are home runs, every damn one
> of em. You have an unique role on this earth, at
> this crossroads.

That's the thing: this crossroads.

Look, man...

> I'm out of it. Lost my creative spark after a -- well,
> shit, maybe a small stroke. Arm went dead, foot
> hurt like hell for about six months and when I
> tried to write, nothing came out like it used to.
> Couldn't force a whole thought on the page.

... I don't know what you can do anymore. But I know what I've been going through. I know a bunch of people who did great work in Usenet for years on end and aren't seen or heard of anymore. I think one of them is about to move into his car on a beach in South Carolina. There have been enormous costs in all this already.

It has become a sneaking idea in my mind for at least six months: "Just give up the blog, man. Stop it. You're not doing it justice and you're just embarrassing yourself out there." After six years, I'm at about five thousand readers a week. I'm proud of that. I pissed-off Glenn Reynolds when I said he was stupid; I very much hesitate to call my old mate Bruce McQuain this week down in ATL; I've been kicked out of comments in more blogs than anyone I know of, by whole orders of magnitude; and it's been just a handful of people linking me here & there and my own -- what? stubborness? -- that's brought it this far.

You know what happens to me when I sit down at this desk in the morning? I long to see that the circle of understanding is getting wider. Time is running very short.

It's been just the last week or so that it's occurred to me that Obama -- "this crossroads" -- is going to keep the thing alive.

I've occasionally thought to myself that I could keep the thing going on major news stories, rather like skipping a stone across a pond. The day-to-day cop hemocides and venal corruption in every goddamned spot on the map doesn't do it, though. Another 9/11 would naturally strike sparks, but look: the Obama regime is the story, but it needs depths of treatment that only very few are up to.

We are now in the fait accompli of American soclialist revolution. Most peoples' ignorance of history doesn't allow them to really grasp how rapidly this is happening now, but this wheel is turning like never before.

I have no illusions that I can change any of it, but I am beginning to see new inspiration -- if we can call it that, but it's more like desperation -- toward better work on the blog.

We'll damned see.

> Billy, I was a writer and filmmaker. Sad that's it
> over. But man you're great and I think you
> know it.

I do. What I don't necessarily think is that I'm living up to it.

> Anyway a lot of us are listening respectfully.

Thank you, sir. I appreciate that a lot.

AxeBites

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}