If not, like, ever.

Labels: music, social justice, Thomas Hobbes

this is why they lsot teh war. andnd teh othar war.

my borthar senent me it. hes up for paraol soon. god hlep im if tehy see this.

Labels: cultural anthropology, language truth and logic, music

Indeed not.

Welcome to 1978. Those of you who are too young to remember those days may not realize how ordinary and unremarkable these events were, in that long-vanished age. People like this, they were your neighbors or the cop on the beat. We had come so far, but then, somehow, we lost our way.

Labels: aerospace, All our pomp of yesterday, Blind Owl Wilson, Canned Heat, cultural anthropology, if music be the food of love, Michelson-Morley, music, science, thought experiment, video

'69 tele thinline reisssue.

ok ok ive no godamn use for anothar godamn gutar (leastofall a telecaster — ive sworrn off em three times now an teh last time was four monfths ago) but i got sooo totely a deal on it! used with case for waht idve expectad to pay used withoutcase! sure u cant cook a sanwich with it but its got wierd pickups onit that just soundnd soooo good. spankity-spank! an i bot it in newhapsmire wehre theres no salestax. dude i mean i saved a lota money he're. wich i wouldna saved ifn i hadn buoughted it. you gota undrastan finance!

im gonna sleeap with it. OH SHUT UP.

uuuupdate!

cant u heare it sustaignign?

uppddate!!

o right! tedh dissasteer is taht ive bean shopign for a guitar for weeeks an its been rely fun but now ive got no exuse to go inta stors an play em. an all teh nebuluos gloaroius posabil giuttars i cuoulda maybie bogght have al colapsed into one guitar thats merely real. l;ovly though it may be.

updte!!

YES I KNOW U DONT GIAVE A CRAP OK FUCK OFF.

mindnumbinignly borign guitarnerd opdadte!

i rely dont have any readars at all whio play giatuoar do i? damit. ok than nobody read this.

im in teh ofice all night racign a dedline an ive got tihs crapy litle $50 solidstate practiace amp i keep in my turnk (or 'bonet' as the brutish call it) for such ocasoins. tak e a gatar braek evary hour or so an it keps you form burnign you're brain out too quick or fryign ur eyes on teh monatar. an of cuorse i brot teh new guatar. but ok so this gahstly litle toy amp is rely crap but lemme telyu this guitar can do no wrong thorugh it. holly toledo! i dig this axe baby.

!uapdete

oops. finly gota chance to play ut through my main big ammp at home an it didn suound too god on taht one at all. go figure.

oupdote!1!

ok waht i didn tel u was i have a thrid amp. i know ur thnikning 'jesus what kindaa uiesless ashole has that many amplafiars?' which is a rely stupad question bacuse if ur readingn this obviously u know exacly what kind. but anyway fuckoff. so! it actuely sounds quite nice through that one though it did take a bita knobtwidling to get it whe're i liked it. teh toy one has a wierd midrange peak i think that just sits right with the tele. wel the're you go. this is why i keeep swarign off the damn things.

Labels: Fender, guitar, music, Telecaster

In the White Stripes' song "Ball and a Biscuit", Jack White states the following:

It was the other two which made me your third
But it was my mother who made me the seventh son

BZZZT! WRONG!

In humans and most other mammals the sex of offspring is determined by the male, or "heterogametic", parent.

So I won't deny that it's quite possible, Jack, that you are her third man, but it's a fact that if the proposed union produces issue, you, Jack, you will be solely responsible for its sex. Yeah, I'd look nervous too.

It is this kind of blatant and grossly irresponsible disregard for the truth which continues to erode public confidence in the record industry.

Update!

More freaky guitar porn! Lotta Teiscos, Corals, four Airlines, Mosrites, sundry Vox copies, a Hagstrom Futurama, and a Supro down at the bottom. And dig some fuzz daddy-o. Yeah.

Labels: biology, guitar, Hagstrom, Jack White, Mosrite, music, rock'n'roll, science, Supro, Teisco del Rey, Valco, Vox

ok so i bot tihs parduct its a gatuar. its a red one with teh pointy parts its a picea crap. totel chep junk. so this is my araview from teh product.

frist thign is its rely rely quiat! i bot it because it loks like teh one agnes youg to acdc has an i wanet ta soun liike him but it dont answar. its like 'tika tkika' real quiet no mater how hard u hit it. i thikn the nobs are broke to cause whatvar u turn em to it dosnt make any difarence. so i triared the othar metel kobs on the othar end an it dont matar with them ether. i kep turnign em an it wasnt loudar! aftar awhile one a teh wired broke to! an than anothar! ive had it ony six monfs aredy an i only got two wiras left onit. how junky is that? so i wen't to the store an tol em i nedad a new one cause it was broke an they jerked me aroun an game me al this crap about strigns. wtf?! its teh wiares you clulass fuck! THE WIRAES! fuckin 'strings'? patrernizing pricks tretin me like a kid. so i tol em i wasnt bron yestedy an id nevar draken their door agan an left.

but than my f4rnd siad i nedet a ampafer so i got one an it cost a HUNDRAD BUCKS amost! an it dont do notihng u just sit it thare an pugl it inta teh wall an it hisses an a litl light goes on. thats all. it dont help teh giutar. wtf? frist it turns out its nota copleate product u gota buy MORE STUFF they dont tel u about. which is a ripof. than it dosnt work anyway so tahts anothar ripof.

oh an finely i triad putign a pencel in teh litl mettal hole in it but no luck. whats that hole for anyway?

jesas im rely pised of.

Labels: guitar, music, reviews, rock'n'roll, technology