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Thunderbird Club

I dig it!!. But i think you're channeling your midi gears aura. It's obvious the etheral is coming from your hands/pickups.

Ha! Last night was just the T Bird plugged straight into an amp. Haven't worked up the nerve to break out the pedals or do any looping stuff live yet and I still have a whole lot to learn as far as gain staging and signal processing goes. At some point, I would love to do some solo gigs though
 
Ha! Last night was just the T Bird plugged straight into an amp. Haven't worked up the nerve to break out the pedals or do any looping stuff live yet and I still have a whole lot to learn as far as gain staging and signal processing goes. At some point, I would love to do some solo gigs though

I should have clarified just a bit. It is so a part of you, you don't physically need the pedals for the ethereal to appear. :)
 
It's the Guitar Center of the frozen tundra called Canada...
Canada's Music Store, Musical Instruments | Long & McQuade
I looked at their site. May I assume the prices are $C and that if I found something I couldn't live w/o that I would need to bend over and grab my ankles for shipping and customs charges?:eek:

Like Guitar Center in that they are everywhere. Not like Guitar Center in that service is generally good and the vast majority of employees are musicians. (L&M gives employees leave for tours etc.).

Yes the prices are in CND. Yes you will have to bend over at the border, but that might only be for the customs and immigration officer's amusement... (sorry, I have no knowledge of import rules in the US).
 
Weird pic from last nights gig. Photographer pal was messing around with double exposures
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Actually, if you ask me I'd say the pic is conclusive proof that Thunderbirds are the best bass for metal.
Just look at that stream of shiny visible metal music emanating from your pickups! You won't see the likes of that coming from a P bass with Tort! And to think, you were probably just playing classic rock, pop, punk or country music. Imagine how blinding it would have been had you really been engrossed in a massive head banging bass riff!

TBirds need to come with a warning...
Caution, this instrument is capable of mass destruction. The energy stored up in this instrument must be released responsibly and frequently, failure to do so increases risk of self destruction.

Kinda explains all the broken headstocks over the years!
 
Like Guitar Center in that they are everywhere. Not like Guitar Center in that service is generally good and the vast majority of employees are musicians. (L&M gives employees leave for tours etc.).

Yes the prices are in CND. Yes you will have to bend over at the border, but that might only be for the customs and immigration officer's amusement... (sorry, I have no knowledge of import rules in the US).
In '81 I visited some people I met in Miami who lived in Barrie. Came into Canada through the Windsor tunnel. The Canadian customs lady was as nice as could be(I was a bit of a freak then). Had a great time there,on Lake Simcoe and in Orillia. Came back into the states in Buffalo. The U.S. customs guy was a :poop:head/jerk/shmuck/d.-all of the above:smug:
 
In '81 I visited some people I met in Miami who lived in Barrie. Came into Canada through the Windsor tunnel. The Canadian customs lady was as nice as could be(I was a bit of a freak then). Had a great time there,on Lake Simcoe and in Orillia. Came back into the states in Buffalo. The U.S. customs guy was a :poop:head/jerk/shmuck/d.-all of the above:smug:

In 2000 I took a ferry from Victoria BC to Seattle WA. There was a US customs and immigration post at the ferry terminal in Victoria. The woman was as friendly and pleasant as could be, checked my visa, stamped my passport etc.

Disembarked the ferry in Seattle, only to be stopped for ... customs and immigration. When I politely mentioned that this process had already been completed, the psychotic arsehole started screaming at me and threatening me with all sorts of fun sh!t.

Happy days.
 
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In 2000 I took a ferry from Victoria BC to Seattle WA. There was a US customs and immigration post at the ferry terminal in Victoria. The woman was as friendly and pleasant as could be, checked my visa, stamped my passport etc.

Disembarked the ferry in Seattle, only to be stopped for ... customs and immigration. When I politely mentioned that this process had already been completed, the psychotic arsehole started screaming at me and threatening me with all sorts fun of sh!t.

Happy days.
I certainly grant that anyone can have a bad day(or as a guy I knew in the Navy said"It's been a bad decade"),but it's a government gig w/ decent hours, OT and bennies. I'd be happy as a clam at high tide.:)
 
In 2000 I took a ferry from Victoria BC to Seattle WA. There was a US customs and immigration post at the ferry terminal in Victoria. The woman was as friendly and pleasant as could be, checked my visa, stamped my passport etc.

Disembarked the ferry in Seattle, only to be stopped for ... customs and immigration. When I politely mentioned that this process had already been completed, the psychotic arsehole started screaming at me and threatening me with all sorts fun of sh!t.

Happy days.
When my son was in third grade, I was a chaperone on a trip to Victoria with his class. It would have been a little before 2000, but not all that much before. We took the Victoria Clipper ferry, which is probably the ferry you took. While we were up there, I had a thought about buying a few Cuban cigars to bring back to the US for people who would enjoy them. Then I thought about the little lawyer and loudmouth my son was a the time. I could picture the headlines: "Third Grade Class is Cover For Smuggling Operation, Chaperone Busted With Contraband at the Border." I'm sure the kid would have happily ratted me out to the customs agent and said that his dad had cigars to declare when we came back through, so I skipped it. I don't even smoke, so I don't know why it was such a hard thing to resist. It must be some inability to live by dumb rules. So it goes.

I was in Seattle when you came through. Good thing we didn't know we were twins yet. The earth's magnetic field probably would have been disturbed by the close proximity.