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How many likes must I get to become a knurler? Whatever that is.

Oh, Amps and Cabs. Sorry. Thought it was Amps and Cats. That Orange rocks, btw.

It's me. The guitarist and I would occasionally swap instruments.

We could smash the state! Or trim the hedge.

The white one wins. How's she play?

Alas, we do what we must do. [Heads to hardware store]

Perfect answer. I belly laughed. Now I have the hiccups.

If all your ukes teamed up, I bet they could defeat Galactus!

Does it come with a gig bag or is that extra?

Lol. Excellent! Now if I can just teach my bull to wear that wool hat!

Please tell your wife I'd like to order four pairs of tie-died underwear. Does she ship overnight?

My goal is to one day find a Farfisa in good shape. Nothing sounds like a Farfisa!

Blow cigar smoke on it. That will mask the cigarette smell.

Never! Shorts are far too restrictive. Dresses, on the other hand ...

Lolol. My poor brain.

You have missed out on an array of astonishing bassists. Plus Frank himself is a top tier lead guitarist.

I have a Big Muf. Death Metal accordion!

Just ordered a dust cover and a USB A-B cable.

I'll meet the teacher on Wednesday. I've spoken with her on the phone and she sounded very intelligent and seemed super excited about the prospect of taking my music to a different level. We'll see how we mesh. I usually get along with everyone. First impressions were positive.

It weighs in at exactly half a bazillion micrograms. And I suspect you misspelled 'tart' ... I actually made an apple tart last February.

It was his simpler charts from the Mothers of Invention days. We certainly weren't doing "Pedro's Dowry" or "The Black Page." Hardest one, for me, was the entire "Holiday in Berlin" suite. We also did ridiculously simple Zappa tunes like "Charva" and "Valarie."

Time saver sounds good. In the Zappa cover band I was in it took me months to memorize all that stuff. While my reading bandmates all waited.

Yamaha P143. It was $100 off and has 88 keys so I went for it.

Lol. I have a Cobalt 5s. Tons of fun. Wish I knew what I was doing.

I need all the encouragement I can get! I taught myself to read French and Russian. Hopefully I can learn to read music from a teacher.

This was just delivered! Starting piano lessons Wednesday. Finally going to try to learn to read music. At age 70. Yikes!

This Gator instrument cable that SW tossed in with my last purchase. The ones with the color coded rings. Very durable and well built. And they look sweet. I ordered two more.

If you haven't seen it, check out the Encyclopedia of Arkansas. It'll blow your mind. I'm the media editor. Check out our entry on Klipsch.

That's bizarre. I was stuck in construction when I went! You are absolutely correct regarding TG. Now I'm hungry. I was in Hope documenting the Klipsch Museum for the Encyclopedia of Arkansas. Saw some amazing things not yet on view. Paul Klipsch was a character indeed!

I went to the Rose Hill Cemetery at Hope, in Hempstead County, Arkansas, and took a picture of Paul Klipsch's grave. Look closely.

Best advice I ever got: Always play with people better than you. Worst advice I ever got: Try some of this. It's not that strong.

You know ... they make matching amps. :roflmao:

Not usually a fan of slab basses but this one is freaking beautiful! And short scale! I am drooling.

That sure is a plain looking bass. Plain gorgeous!!!

Decided I didn't like the paisley pickguard I installed awhile back. I found this pearl one. I like it a lot.

In my entire life I heard my Dad use the F word exactly one time. And that was quoting someone else. I never even heard my Mom say Damn. Ever.

Although Dad never worked for ZZ Top, bands he did work for often shared a stage with them. One of the reasons my folks' marriage worked so well was that they traveled together. Mom ran t-shirt concessions at all the concerts. For whatever reason Mom and Dusty met and had a real connection and...

Oh man ... going through all these pix suddenly brought to mind how many of these people are dead! Got a lump in my throat there for a minute. So lucky my path crossed so many others.

One time Connie (Ruby) and I went to a party in Mountain Home. She got into a drinking contest with a couple of my pals. She drank them both under the table. I'll never forget her standing over them, chugging Jack Daniels, and yelling at them, "Pussies! Get up you pussies!"