Thunderbird Club

[GBassNorth]

Surprisingly-to me-this is still available:
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Not surprisingly, I still can't afford it.
Addendum: Only way would be to sell the 67.
Nope.
Plus, it would hafta have SIT Power Flats or EBCF's.

It sure is pretty…. Expensive.

 

[GonePlaid]

It sure is pretty…. Expensive.

Yeah. If I could afford it, I'd prolly be reluctant to take it on gigs in our heat/humididity. Like I am with the 67NR.

 

[TBird1958]

Yeah. If I could afford it, I'd prolly be reluctant to take it on gigs in our heat/humididity. Like I am with the 67NR.

They're very sturdy basses, I wouldn't worry about it much, the neck is huge compared to a '60s Bird.

 

[sleddogn]

That mod shop one sold yesterday

 

[Miles_ONeal]

Surprisingly-to me-this is still available:
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Not surprisingly, I still can't afford it.
Addendum: Only way would be to sell the 67.
Nope.
Plus, it would hafta have SIT Power Flats or EBCF's.

That is surprising. If I were into collecting I would jump on it.

 

[GonePlaid]

That mod shop one sold yesterday

Well, if the "Prize Patrol" from Publishers Clearing House ever actually shows up, I'll 'axe' the Mod Shop to build me another like it(except with a 1.5" nut and 45-105 EBCF's).
My guess is they'd tell me to "eff off".

 

[Miles_ONeal]

Can’t like, except your escape.

Almost a year later...
Senior year I helped in the lunch line (free lunch![1]) I normally ended up working alongside an 11th grader (call her Teddie (Not Her Real Name[no tm])) I knew through a mutual friend. All year, just friends. The day of the junior senior prom near the end of the year, we were discussing the fact we didn't have prom dates, and decided to go together as friends. I stopped by to pick up a tux on my way home. I found one somewhere in the vicinity of Dark Pink on this page: Shades of Purple – HTML Color Codes - probably a hint more red and not quite as dark, with a design in a very dark purple throughout the jacket. I'm not sure how I got it home intact on my motorcycle, but I did! She found a dress, too. We went to the prom as friends, danced with each other and a number of other people, hung out and talked with each other and other people. We both had fun. We rode to and back with another friend. They dropped me off first, and my date surprised me with a three second (?) good night kiss. Not at all something I expected from her.

I saw her twice over the summer, once visiting in their front yard and once meeting her at a laundromat when she and her sister were doing the family laundry. I helped, but wasn't allowed to handle undergarments because "Momma would *not* approve." No big deal mine wouldn't, either. I went off to college in September. When I came home a month later, she called (big surprise, "Girls don't call guys." My sister had started high school and mentioned I'd be home for the weekend. Teddie was hurt because I hadn't written her. She started talking about our relationship, and how when she graduated high school that year I could quit college and marry her, and we'd both go into the USAF (she had an MOS picked for each of us, but I forget what they were), and after our contract was up we could get out with GI benefits and open a restaurant. I know she mentioned kids. She had our whole future planned out! From working in a lunch line, one friend date, and two summer visits. Mom called up that dinner was ready, so that was my excuse to get off the phone. Note that no "I love you" or anything similar had been said!

When I came home for Thanksgiving, she was irate. I still hadn't written or called from Ga Tech. How were we supposed to deepen our relationship and plan our future? (Something like that.) I pointed out that we hadn't dated, that I hadn't proposed or even suggested any of these things, but she had a chain of evidence built up in her mind . That conversation didn't end well. At Christmas, my sister told me Teddie had told her how horribly I'd treated her, and that she'd show me! (I'm gonna find some short, fat, rich guy who smokes cigars and marry him!" Late in the year, Teddie disappeared from school. She showed up at the last pep rally of the year with a short, fat rich guy who liked cigars, and gold bands on each of their left ring fingers (and a big fat diamond on hers).

Thankfully, these were the only two like this I ever had latch on. Not that there weren't some other odd ducks.

I was pretty pathetic up through high school, but never that bad.

Although in 9th grade I was Captain Lame-o. I did write a pretty cool short story that was based on a ninth grade incident, so there's that.

I'll move back to Thunderbird related material now. Thank you for coming to my Teddie Talk.

[1] On the best days we just piled our trays with whatever we liked. On the worst days, we got as little as we thought would keep our stomachs quiet until school was out, or we piled our trays with french fries because the jocks that were in season (who got all of whatever food they wanted for free) had each eaten 3-5 burgers and fries were all that was left.

 

[Miles_ONeal]

Well, if the "Prize Patrol" from Publishers Clearing House ever actually shows up, I'll 'axe' the Mod Shop to build me another like it(except with a 1.5" nut and 45-105 EBCF's).
My guess is they'd tell me to "eff off".

My guess is that depends on how much of the prize money you threw at them.

 

[Stealth57]

Almost a year later...
Senior year I helped in the lunch line (free lunch![1]) I normally ended up working alongside an 11th grader (call her Teddie (Not Her Real Name[no tm])) I knew through a mutual friend. All year, just friends. The day of the junior senior prom near the end of the year, we were discussing the fact we didn't have prom dates, and decided to go together as friends. I stopped by to pick up a tux on my way home. I found one somewhere in the vicinity of Dark Pink on this page: Shades of Purple – HTML Color Codes - probably a hint more red and not quite as dark, with a design in a very dark purple throughout the jacket. I'm not sure how I got it home intact on my motorcycle, but I did! She found a dress, too. We went to the prom as friends, danced with each other and a number of other people, hung out and talked with each other and other people. We both had fun. We rode to and back with another friend. They dropped me off first, and my date surprised me with a three second (?) good night kiss. Not at all something I expected from her.

I saw her twice over the summer, once visiting in their front yard and once meeting her at a laundromat when she and her sister were doing the family laundry. I helped, but wasn't allowed to handle undergarments because "Momma would *not* approve." No big deal mine wouldn't, either. I went off to college in September. When I came home a month later, she called (big surprise, "Girls don't call guys." My sister had started high school and mentioned I'd be home for the weekend. Teddie was hurt because I hadn't written her. She started talking about our relationship, and how when she graduated high school that year I could quit college and marry her, and we'd both go into the USAF (she had an MOS picked for each of us, but I forget what they were), and after our contract was up we could get out with GI benefits and open a restaurant. I know she mentioned kids. She had our whole future planned out! From working in a lunch line, one friend date, and two summer visits. Mom called up that dinner was ready, so that was my excuse to get off the phone. Note that no "I love you" or anything similar had been said!

When I came home for Thanksgiving, she was irate. I still hadn't written or called from Ga Tech. How were we supposed to deepen our relationship and plan our future? (Something like that.) I pointed out that we hadn't dated, that I hadn't proposed or even suggested any of these things, but she had a chain of evidence built up in her mind . That conversation didn't end well. At Christmas, my sister told me Teddie had told her how horribly I'd treated her, and that she'd show me! (I'm gonna find some short, fat, rich guy who smokes cigars and marry him!" Late in the year, Teddie disappeared from school. She showed up at the last pep rally of the year with a short, fat rich guy who liked cigars, and gold bands on each of their left ring fingers (and a big fat diamond on hers).

Thankfully, these were the only two like this I ever had latch on. Not that there weren't some other odd ducks.

I was pretty pathetic up through high school, but never that bad.

Although in 9th grade I was Captain Lame-o. I did write a pretty cool short story that was based on a ninth grade incident, so there's that.

I'll move back to Thunderbird related material now. Thank you for coming to my Teddie Talk.

[1] On the best days we just piled our trays with whatever we liked. On the worst days, we got as little as we thought would keep our stomachs quiet until school was out, or we piled our trays with french fries because the jocks that were in season (who got all of whatever food they wanted for free) had each eaten 3-5 burgers and fries were all that was left.

Crazy magnet

 

[RedVee]

Almost a year later...
Senior year I helped in the lunch line (free lunch![1]) I normally ended up working alongside an 11th grader (call her Teddie (Not Her Real Name[no tm])) I knew through a mutual friend. All year, just friends. The day of the junior senior prom near the end of the year, we were discussing the fact we didn't have prom dates, and decided to go together as friends. I stopped by to pick up a tux on my way home. I found one somewhere in the vicinity of Dark Pink on this page: Shades of Purple – HTML Color Codes - probably a hint more red and not quite as dark, with a design in a very dark purple throughout the jacket. I'm not sure how I got it home intact on my motorcycle, but I did! She found a dress, too. We went to the prom as friends, danced with each other and a number of other people, hung out and talked with each other and other people. We both had fun. We rode to and back with another friend. They dropped me off first, and my date surprised me with a three second (?) good night kiss. Not at all something I expected from her.

I saw her twice over the summer, once visiting in their front yard and once meeting her at a laundromat when she and her sister were doing the family laundry. I helped, but wasn't allowed to handle undergarments because "Momma would *not* approve." No big deal mine wouldn't, either. I went off to college in September. When I came home a month later, she called (big surprise, "Girls don't call guys." My sister had started high school and mentioned I'd be home for the weekend. Teddie was hurt because I hadn't written her. She started talking about our relationship, and how when she graduated high school that year I could quit college and marry her, and we'd both go into the USAF (she had an MOS picked for each of us, but I forget what they were), and after our contract was up we could get out with GI benefits and open a restaurant. I know she mentioned kids. She had our whole future planned out! From working in a lunch line, one friend date, and two summer visits. Mom called up that dinner was ready, so that was my excuse to get off the phone. Note that no "I love you" or anything similar had been said!

When I came home for Thanksgiving, she was irate. I still hadn't written or called from Ga Tech. How were we supposed to deepen our relationship and plan our future? (Something like that.) I pointed out that we hadn't dated, that I hadn't proposed or even suggested any of these things, but she had a chain of evidence built up in her mind . That conversation didn't end well. At Christmas, my sister told me Teddie had told her how horribly I'd treated her, and that she'd show me! (I'm gonna find some short, fat, rich guy who smokes cigars and marry him!" Late in the year, Teddie disappeared from school. She showed up at the last pep rally of the year with a short, fat rich guy who liked cigars, and gold bands on each of their left ring fingers (and a big fat diamond on hers).

Thankfully, these were the only two like this I ever had latch on. Not that there weren't some other odd ducks.

I was pretty pathetic up through high school, but never that bad.

Although in 9th grade I was Captain Lame-o. I did write a pretty cool short story that was based on a ninth grade incident, so there's that.

I'll move back to Thunderbird related material now. Thank you for coming to my Teddie Talk.

[1] On the best days we just piled our trays with whatever we liked. On the worst days, we got as little as we thought would keep our stomachs quiet until school was out, or we piled our trays with french fries because the jocks that were in season (who got all of whatever food they wanted for free) had each eaten 3-5 burgers and fries were all that was left.

Gee Miles, you could attract them!
I hope you changed your aftershave (or whatever was attracting them) after the second one!

 

[PhR75]

Vote for my song!
https://distrokid.com/spotlight/oman21/vote/

It's a list of my distributor so it's not one of those "get million streams and billion followers" bs.
Who knows, if the songs gets to be a hit I can buy T-birds for the whole gang!

 

[Stinkoman20xx]

If you're around cincinnati I'm trying to move my basically new thunderbird Vintage pro for only $500 if you're local. I think the tone is absolutely glorius but doesn't work for the music I'm doing, but otherwise I'm in love with it so I may pull it. But here is the posting if anybody is interested. For Sale/Trade - Epiphone Thunderbird Vintage Pro (cincinnati area)

 

[dagrev]

Clamping parts while you solder.

Is that what the kids are calling it today?

 

[dagrev]

Gee Miles, you could attract them!
I hope you changed your aftershave (or whatever was attracting them) after the second one!

Blame in on....

 

[dagrev]

If you're around cincinnati I'm trying to move my basically new thunderbird Vintage pro for only $500 if you're local. I think the tone is absolutely glorius but doesn't work for the music I'm doing, but otherwise I'm in love with it so I may pull it. But here is the posting if anybody is interested. For Sale/Trade - Epiphone Thunderbird Vintage Pro (cincinnati area)

I wouldn’t want to try to talk you out of selling it, but I'm curious how it's not working for you. Most here would attest to the fact that Thunderbirds are very versatile. Do you want a less aggressive sound? Thunderbirds sound great with flats and tapes. Just a thought.

 

[Stinkoman20xx]

I wouldn’t want to try to talk you out of selling it, but I'm curious how it's not working for you. Most here would attest to the fact that Thunderbirds are very versatile. Do you want a less aggressive sound? Thunderbirds sound great with flats and tapes. Just a thought.

I feel it's quiet versatile. When I play with a pick or fingers ,I t's hard to get a bad sound out of it. But I do slap a lot, and its when I switch between the two in the say the same song it's the problem, usually with trying to tame the boom and find something that works with both is where I'm having the issue as where I wouldn't have it on say unlike a jazz bass, but then I lose that great thunderbird tone.

 

[Instagator]

Here’s a scrapbook picture from 1985.
Before the internet and before the Thunderbird Club at TalkBass.
I had dark hair and thought all you needed was one Thunderbird.
Sorry for the picture quality..I think color film was just coming out at the time.
Cheers!

 

[Hondapunk]

Here’s a scrapbook picture from 1985.
Before the internet and before the Thunderbird Club at TalkBass.
I had dark hair and thought all you needed was one Thunderbird.
Sorry for the picture quality..I think color film was just coming out at the time.
Cheers!

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What did a new Gibson Thunderbird cost in '85 ? I'll sit down so I don't fall over when you tell me

 

[MCF]

Almost a year later...
Senior year I helped in the lunch line (free lunch![1]) I normally ended up working alongside an 11th grader (call her Teddie (Not Her Real Name[no tm])) I knew through a mutual friend. All year, just friends. The day of the junior senior prom near the end of the year, we were discussing the fact we didn't have prom dates, and decided to go together as friends. I stopped by to pick up a tux on my way home. I found one somewhere in the vicinity of Dark Pink on this page: Shades of Purple – HTML Color Codes - probably a hint more red and not quite as dark, with a design in a very dark purple throughout the jacket. I'm not sure how I got it home intact on my motorcycle, but I did! She found a dress, too. We went to the prom as friends, danced with each other and a number of other people, hung out and talked with each other and other people. We both had fun. We rode to and back with another friend. They dropped me off first, and my date surprised me with a three second (?) good night kiss. Not at all something I expected from her.

I saw her twice over the summer, once visiting in their front yard and once meeting her at a laundromat when she and her sister were doing the family laundry. I helped, but wasn't allowed to handle undergarments because "Momma would *not* approve." No big deal mine wouldn't, either. I went off to college in September. When I came home a month later, she called (big surprise, "Girls don't call guys." My sister had started high school and mentioned I'd be home for the weekend. Teddie was hurt because I hadn't written her. She started talking about our relationship, and how when she graduated high school that year I could quit college and marry her, and we'd both go into the USAF (she had an MOS picked for each of us, but I forget what they were), and after our contract was up we could get out with GI benefits and open a restaurant. I know she mentioned kids. She had our whole future planned out! From working in a lunch line, one friend date, and two summer visits. Mom called up that dinner was ready, so that was my excuse to get off the phone. Note that no "I love you" or anything similar had been said!

When I came home for Thanksgiving, she was irate. I still hadn't written or called from Ga Tech. How were we supposed to deepen our relationship and plan our future? (Something like that.) I pointed out that we hadn't dated, that I hadn't proposed or even suggested any of these things, but she had a chain of evidence built up in her mind . That conversation didn't end well. At Christmas, my sister told me Teddie had told her how horribly I'd treated her, and that she'd show me! (I'm gonna find some short, fat, rich guy who smokes cigars and marry him!" Late in the year, Teddie disappeared from school. She showed up at the last pep rally of the year with a short, fat rich guy who liked cigars, and gold bands on each of their left ring fingers (and a big fat diamond on hers).

Thankfully, these were the only two like this I ever had latch on. Not that there weren't some other odd ducks.

I was pretty pathetic up through high school, but never that bad.

Although in 9th grade I was Captain Lame-o. I did write a pretty cool short story that was based on a ninth grade incident, so there's that.

I'll move back to Thunderbird related material now. Thank you for coming to my Teddie Talk.

[1] On the best days we just piled our trays with whatever we liked. On the worst days, we got as little as we thought would keep our stomachs quiet until school was out, or we piled our trays with french fries because the jocks that were in season (who got all of whatever food they wanted for free) had each eaten 3-5 burgers and fries were all that was left.

You’re a year older than me. Where did the idea of dropping out of school and getting married come from? No one did that at my high school. We did have a teacher marry a student though…

With most kids Dads being in the Air Force, several kids went that route.

 

[Gaolee]

GT what this week?……
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That's a Veronica-worthy picture.