Why don't I just go to the Gap and get a pair of jeans and some T-shirts and wear the same off the shelf crap every day...
Why don't i just have a flat-top haircut.
Why don't i just get a blue car and be happy?
Why don't i just eat oatmeal plain?
I like what i like, and what i like as a combination of elements is simply not available without some modifications.
Now, sometimes it IS (my Warwick Dolphin )
other times, not so much (5 string Pbass with Modern pickups, reverse, with full ashtrays , string though body bridge...)
A chambered, Pink Cadillac airbrushed Gretsch Billy Bo shaped Bass, with G&L prototype pickups from the 80's hand spec'd for Leo Fender.
I mod because it pleases me gives me what i want EXACTLY what i want. I you are happy with off the shelf, more power to you.
Drive a blue Prius, Don't add salt and pepper to your eggs, Skip the Salsa on your tacos... if that makes you happy ...
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- You see, according to Cocteau's plan... I'm the enemy, 'cause I like to think; I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I'm the kind of guy who likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder - "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?" I want high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green Jell-O all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I've SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing "I'm an Oscar Meyer Wiener." You live up top, you live Cocteau's way: what he wants, when he wants, how he wants. Your other choice: come down here... and maybe starve to death.