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I reached out and touched....the Mothman...!!!
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Partly from curiosity, and partly from idleness, I went into the lecturing room, which M. Waldman entered shortly after. This professor was very unlike his colleague. He appeared about fifty years of age, but with an aspect expressive of the greatest benevolence; a few grey hairs covered his temples, but those at the back of his head were nearly black. His person was short, but remarkably erect; and his voice the sweetest I had ever heard. He began his lecture by a recapitulation of the history of chemistry, and the various improvements made by different men of learning, pronouncing with fervour the names of the most distinguished discoverers. He then took a cursory view of the present state of the science, and explained many of its elementary terms. After having made a few preparatory experiments, he concluded with a panegyric upon modern chemistry, the terms of which I shall never forget:--
"The ancient teachers of this science," said he, "promised impossibilities, and performed nothing. The modern masters promise very little; they know that metals cannot be transmuted, and that the elixir of life is a chimera. But these philosophers, whose hands seem only made to dabble in dirt, and their eyes to pore over the microscope or crucible, have indeed performed miracles. They penetrate into the recesses of nature, and show how she works in her hiding places. They ascend into the heavens: they have discovered how the blood circulates, and the nature of the air we breathe. They have acquired new and almost unlimited powers; they can command the thunders of heaven, mimic the earthquake, and even mock the invisible world with its own shadows."
Such were the professor's words--rather let me say such the words of fate, enounced to destroy me. As he went on, I felt as if my soul were grappling with a palpable enemy; one by one the various keys were touched which formed the mechanism of my being: chord after chord was sounded, and soon my mind was filled with one thought, one conception, one purpose. So much has been done, exclaimed the soul of Mothman--more, far more, will I achieve: treading in the steps already marked, I will pioneer a new way, explore unknown powers, and unfold to the world the deepest mysteries of creation.
"The ancient teachers of this science," said he, "promised impossibilities, and performed nothing. The modern masters promise very little; they know that metals cannot be transmuted, and that the elixir of life is a chimera. But these philosophers, whose hands seem only made to dabble in dirt, and their eyes to pore over the microscope or crucible, have indeed performed miracles. They penetrate into the recesses of nature, and show how she works in her hiding places. They ascend into the heavens: they have discovered how the blood circulates, and the nature of the air we breathe. They have acquired new and almost unlimited powers; they can command the thunders of heaven, mimic the earthquake, and even mock the invisible world with its own shadows."
Such were the professor's words--rather let me say such the words of fate, enounced to destroy me. As he went on, I felt as if my soul were grappling with a palpable enemy; one by one the various keys were touched which formed the mechanism of my being: chord after chord was sounded, and soon my mind was filled with one thought, one conception, one purpose. So much has been done, exclaimed the soul of Mothman--more, far more, will I achieve: treading in the steps already marked, I will pioneer a new way, explore unknown powers, and unfold to the world the deepest mysteries of creation.
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Yep, that's him. Geddy visited my shop this past week, and he got a kick out of Banjozilla. My buddy Scott snapped that picture.
Geddy was here interviewing me about the Ampeg Scroll Basses, as part of the research for his upcoming book. More of the story of his visit over on the Love Of Ampegs thread, page 57, post #1138:
love of Ampeg and other Scroll Basses, Part 2
No...they would have had to remove 6 basses from the hangers in front of it, and i didn't want to have them do that, especially after the guy working there didn't really ask if I wanted to play it after speaking about it...
Gazing upon the Mothman in person is risky enough, but you actually TOUCHED it?!?
Now it knows your scent...
Now it knows your scent...
And some excellent places to eat around there too....Dogwood Tavern, Clare & Dons, Ireland's 4 Provinces. It is a hip little corner...
WoW! Does Matt Baker still own that store? That was my best hangout when i lived in N va. He's great.
I'm not sure who owns the store...this was actually my first time there (I've been living in NoVa since 2012).
But I have to say that I was very impressed with the guitars that they have ...not so much the basses, but they do have some serious guitars for not-so-bad prices.
The '56 P they have:
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Has a tag on it for just under $12k...I bet you can haggle if you were serious enough.
