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I reached out and touched....the Mothman...!!!

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If it was played through this.
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With this.

Would there be survivors?
 
In fact, the originator was Dark Hollow Instruments (no joke) in Ohio.
I actually just got a PM from the MothMan himself...


"Thanks for posting About the Mothman bass, I built that a number of years ago to try to promote the mothman fest in wv.

It's a pretty good instrument from What I remember, but just too.damn heavy to be a regular player......maybe unless you're in Gwar??
The neck is built in.the wishbass tradition, there is a truss rod, in that laminated big neck will never move!

You can share this on the forum if you want....I.had some problems getting it to work on my phone.

At this moment, I'm.just playing music and not taking on building jobs.

There wasn't too much interest in the instrument at that time and between you and me , I took a loss and sold it for About 600 bucks on eBay. I tried too call the music shop to see what they were asking.

Thanks again and keep.in jammin

Todd

www.mothman.com
 
I'm going to wait for a triple neck version; fretted (7-string, 36 frets/fretless (4-string but multi-scale fanned-fretlines)/12 string mandocello (4 courses of 3 strings ala Tom Petersson of Cheap Trick). Ideally I can stand IN it while I play it so I'm hoping for something about the size of the Batmobile, or at least a Mini Cooper.
This should be the best Christmas ever!
 
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I actually just got a PM from the MothMan himself...


"Thanks for posting About the Mothman bass, I built that a number of years ago to try to promote the mothman fest in wv.

It's a pretty good instrument from What I remember, but just too.damn heavy to be a regular player......maybe unless you're in Gwar??
The neck is built in.the wishbass tradition, there is a truss rod, in that laminated big neck will never move!

You can share this on the forum if you want....I.had some problems getting it to work on my phone.

At this moment, I'm.just playing music and not taking on building jobs.

There wasn't too much interest in the instrument at that time and between you and me , I took a loss and sold it for About 600 bucks on eBay. I tried too call the music shop to see what they were asking.

Thanks again and keep.in jammin

Todd

www.mothman.com
Todd?....TODD?...TODDD?

Try SAURON!

I'll tell you what, eastcoasteddie, you are now in the position of Sarumen since you have opened communication with "Todd". Lemme guess, he is sending you a Palantir for better communication and you think that is just swell. I know you will not listen...but you are caught... if not outright doomed. And I cannot even help you. Ah, jeez....


Don't you even realize that Mothman spelled backwards is Namhtom for gawds sake? :rollno:
 
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.

Shortly before his disappearance, Professor Emeritas Waldman sent a frantic letter to his trusted advisor Dr. Willet. The letter was written in such painfully nervous haste as to be largely illegible in several key places. But the following is believed to be as near accurate as Dr. Willet was able to laboriously decipher:

I feel that at last the time has come for me to make the disclosures which I have so long promised you, and for which you have pressed me so often. The patience you have shewn in waiting, and the confidence you have shewn in my mind and integrity, are things I shall never cease to appreciate.

And now that I am ready to speak, I must own with humiliation that no triumph such as I dreamed of can ever be mine. Instead of triumph I have found terror, and my talk with you will not be a boast of victory but a plea for help and advice in saving both myself and the world from a horror beyond all human conception or calculation.

You recall what those notes of old Eric Zahn said regarding the high garret window found at his lodgings in the Rue d'Ausiel and how he thwarted, for a time, the designs of that which the music had summoned? For know with utter certainty that it must all be done again, and quickly.

Upon us depends more than can be put into words—all civilisation, all natural law, perhaps even the fate of the solar system and the universe itself.

I have brought to light a monstrous abnormality, but I did it for the sake of knowledge. Now for the sake of all life and Nature you must help me thrust it back into the darkness once again.

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My life and reason are the very least things which hang in the balance…

The rest of the letter has defied all attempts at futher translation.

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(With apologies to HPL for the repurposing.) ;)