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Tone Shop in Addison is worth the trip of you have time. Since you might be near Arlington, you can stop by and say hi to this dude. His brother is there now too. It's tradition to leave a dime on the stone.

@AnotherUTFan Out here in an east L.A. Guitar Center if you're looking to complete the set. (I stop at ALL the Guitar Centers. I don't give a fuck.)

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Damn.

Once he showed how much money there was in the genre, shit went down hill fast. Killed country music. Side note: Garth Brooks is awesome. Did you happen to see his solo performance retrospective thing from a few years ago? It was really good. Almost as good as that This Is Garth Brooks concert from 1992, but for much different reasons.

There ain't no cure for the summertime blues... Man, 21 years old. What a damn shame. These type of dudes fascinate me. I mean, who did this guy copy? Who laid the foundation for this guy to build on? He reminds me of Buddy Holly in that. Pure originals.

I know what he was going for and what the character required, but he performed it without subtlety or charm. The difference was stark imo. Pinto was simply outclassed by a singular acting moment. That movie was about Abraham's Salieri, and Hulce was little more than a clownish stage prop for Abraham to contrast off as he did everyone else save perhaps Jeffrey Jones, who himself had to make a spectacle without much to work with and mostly accomplishes it. #runonsentence I doubt I would be disappointed with Hulce's effort had Abraham not raised the bar on the entire movie. Well, Elizabeth Berridge's tits also raised the bar.

Get in fucking line.

Everything he did was gold. EVERYTHING. Would be considered an all-timer had cancer not ended him too early. Perfect example of an actor who makes the role - he often stole scenes despite being a secondary character. (Probably not a great casting, but a stellar actor who makes directors look good regardless of the role.) My list of actors and performances that define the character: F. Murray Abraham (and lifetime Longhorn) - Salieri, Amadeus (takes a villain without arc and infuses depth and sympathy in one of the most masterful performances ever to the point that another actor, Hulce, with a clumsy and trite performance gets elevated to an Oscar nomination just for being within Abraham's Salieri gravity sphere) Tim Curry - Frankenfurter, Rocky Horror Picture Show (good luck getting ANYONE else to turn in a comparable performance) Ryan Reynolds - Deadpool, Deadpool (there is no movie, much less franchise, without this casting)

Ronnie Verrell was legit an animal on drums.

God's plan. Lewl.

Ironically, because they stay in tune.

How I read his name every time.

Probably never will.

I got that guitar in high school sometime in '93. My family went into the Guitar Center on Westheimer in Houston and out of the blue dad asked which of the guitars was my favorite. Without hesitation I pointed at the Flying V. It was $1700, but it might as well have been $17,000,000. It was just my favorite, not anything I even contemplated owning, our family didn't have $1700 guitar money. Dad walked over to the salesman and after a few minutes the guy drags the ladder over, climbs up, and brings the most beautiful glossy midnight black Flying V down and my heart started doing backflips. Dad looks at me and says, "You better play it. A lot." I might have started breakdancing right there in the middle of the store. Dad had never done anything like that before and hasn't done anything like that since, for me or himself. I found out later the guitar wasn't paid off for several years after. It was a strain for him for some time, though he never let me know that. I don't sell things. I like to collect things or I might just be a run-of-the-mill hoarder. Who knows. What I do know is I'm not selling that guitar. Not THAT guitar.

I was rooting around the garage and came across some pics of me in a high school band about 80lbs ago. It's like I slipped and fell and got covered in 90s. Nothing says metal like a calculator watch. Still have the V. "Cutlass Nogood" Or we might have been "Albino Meat Machine" at this point. We played the Abyss once, but that was it that I recall. We might have played a party, but that also might have been a slightly different lineup.

I can hear the tone coming out of the picture. Have to wonder why no Corinthian leather lounger in the pic. Seems like the perfect time to drop that bad boy somewhere in the background.

Waza, Waza everywhere. (A little literary humor because I'm well read as fuck.) Killer setup, man. Do you need to borrow my ruler to line the pedals up? DM me.

David Gilmour is on the Mt. Rushmore of guitar and that dude bends every other note. Jimi, Stevie, Eddie, and Davie.

You're welcome. I don't have the foggiest idea wtf guitar that is, and the backline looks all fucked up too (I see the Dumble, but that's about it.) Doesn't matter. Whatever his hands touch turns to soul stirring blues. Johnny Copeland, Houston's native son, destroys some shit too. EDIT: Ah, Charley. Always thought Charley was just a Strat with a hula girl image, some lipsticks, standard saddles, etc. Nope. Full on custom. This must be before the hula girl.

Sounds like the studio version. Fuckin hell. Team Bend. Actually, more like Team No Rules. I hate rules. And I especially don't like them in my music. Don't have a "no bends" policy. Bend that shit. If it plays, rock on with it. If it doesn't, don't do it again. Unless you play jazz, in which case do it twice more.

Looks like Shirley Manson's daughter.

Does this mean I can overreact now? Asking for a friend.

Yep.

Sorry to hear that. Good luck with the pooch.