Best Friend Girl wears stripper underwear, always black, always a thong. I can see the tag stickin' up outta the back of her low cut jeans above the crack of her non-existent ass. That little tag speaks to me in a firm clear voice, it says, "Yank me!!" Laughing
Yeah, but is she a future stripper? or an apprentice plumber?
YEAH i'll agree tweekers are very entertaining, I've sent at least a dozen out in the parking lot to collect rocks while we set up shows, but so fucking useless for anything else. I had to deal with them in the union stage hand labor for years. they would show up all gacked out and be in the way more then a help. when they would try to help they would endanger all around them. when I went into a tweeker venue, i'd send them home and make the steward fill the call. It was in the contract "NO FUCKING TWEEKERS" NO EXCUSES!!!
It's a bummer how many hot chicks used meth and look old beyond their years or missing teeth = total turn off. [/quote]
on a totally off track side note... This is a picture of the guitar I write on, literally too, I supose. It's a bitch to play the action is rough, it has no tone, the strings are the same ones it came with in '95, I drew all over it in high school with a sharpie, and yet everytime I pick it up I writes a Hit.
I'm not sure if others have experienced this, but I've found certain guitars just have something they are good at or want to say. I buy guitars based on what they make me do when I pick them up, some complete a tone or feel for a song, some write music or give a phrazing to an already written progression. Others do nothing but strum perfectly balanced chords.
There is something magical about this guitar.
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selloutrr wrote:Southern California - the Local union is the number the con's are given to get a job when they get out of the clink. no skill - teeth are optional.
not off the top of my head, I'm sure you can call riverside county and get the # for work release.
I stay as far away from the local union as I can it's got a horrible reputation, and lost most of it's contracts from bad business practices over the years, I know they are trying to correct it, and making a small come back but it's just a matter of time before they fuck it up, sort of a last chance deal. The biggest problem is they are greedy and for the service they provide they are not skilled. Most think they are a gift to the industry when in fact they couldn't wind a cable even after showing them. I had a guy actually use a chair to wrap a cable around the legs cause he couldn't figure out how to twist it as he wound it to make a circle. The labor call usually breaks down to being 80% neck down stay on the truck don't touch the gear. 10% open boxes and don't touch anything but move the heavy stuff. 7% Move you are in the way!!! 3% ok stick with me you aren't a total idiot, They are part of the reason I'm OCD I am so used to checking and rechecking things because all to often it was wrong or not safe.
When I'm on the road, Attitude is not something I need more of, and the union houses are always full of it. I'm freelance and the Union hates that. I'm not entirely sure why.
selloutrr wrote:When I'm on the road, Attitude is not something I need more of, and the union houses are always full of it. I'm freelance and the Union hates that. I'm not entirely sure why.
Because you're either part of the solution or part of the problem. That of course starts spinnin' like Robert Johnson @ 78 rpm.... can you tell I've swigged a double bourbon already?
selloutrr wrote:on a totally off track side note... This is a picture of the guitar I write on, literally too, I supose. It's a bitch to play the action is rough, it has no tone, the strings are the same ones it came with in '95, I drew all over it in high school with a sharpie, and yet everytime I pick it up I writes a Hit.
Now all you need to do is heat gun that pickguard and play it until you wear a hole in the top.
selloutrr wrote:on a totally off track side note... This is a picture of the guitar I write on, literally too, I supose. It's a bitch to play the action is rough, it has no tone, the strings are the same ones it came with in '95, I drew all over it in high school with a sharpie, and yet everytime I pick it up I writes a Hit.
Now all you need to do is heat gun that pickguard and play it until you wear a hole in the top.
that would be tight!
solution, problem... i hate it when people make their problems mine
selloutrr wrote:on a totally off track side note... This is a picture of the guitar I write on, literally too, I supose. It's a bitch to play the action is rough, it has no tone, the strings are the same ones it came with in '95, I drew all over it in high school with a sharpie, and yet everytime I pick it up I writes a Hit.
Now all you need to do is heat gun that pickguard and play it until you wear a hole in the top.
that would be tight!
solution, problem... i hate it when people make their problems mine
I'm not sure you want to go there. My brother and I had this discussion this week. Central to the California lifestyle is the concept of a birthright of hyper entitlement. It sounds to me like you got it pretty good. You got it pretty good, seems to me you should be humble about it because lots of people work just as hard or harder for a lot less. Get the humble thing right you'll do just fine.
I hate California I'm from Seattle this state is the worste thing to happen since the close of whore houses, Trivia fact: Wallace Idaho, where they filmed Donte's Peak, was the last operating whore house in the USA, I believe 1987.
Living in Southern California is like being trapt in High school. It's clickish, tendy, fake, and if the girls weren't half naked I would have dropped out a long time ago.
As far as humble, I started at the bottom and worked my way up I'm not to where I want to be but I'm getting there.
selloutrr wrote:Living in Southern California is like being trapt in High school. It's clickish, tendy, fake, and if the girls weren't half naked I would have dropped out a long time ago.
As far as humble, I started at the bottom and worked my way up I'm not to where I want to be but I'm getting there.
Those tits are all fake, too.
If you had an ounce of humility those jokers would eat you for lunch and use your bones for toothpicks. Nice place!
BTW I started in the sub-basement, worked my way to the tippy top. Didn't like the view so I got the f*ck out.
I'm on the fence about fake boobs. part of me really likes them but the other side of me hates scars and the only way to get a nice boob job is with silicone and going under the muscle that still requires they cut under the titty fold. so yeah.. it's a hard call. I guess perky naturals with nipple rings win over fake tits any day
I've hung around the tip top a few times I agree it's not a nice view. I still feel bad for most of the rap that got unleashed in '99-02.
I'm trying to work out a deal to get a NEVE 8078 I saw for sale in LA. I really like the idea of having a studio/horse ranch retreat on some property. Build a 4 bedroom 2 bath apartment above the barn for the band to live in while they write and track. then have a 74wx90dx28t shell of a barn converted to a 2 room (SSL4072G+/Neve 8078 or API) recording studio & tech shop. Try to use recycled materials and solar to some degree for the PR and do most of the labor myself. as a bonus offer horseback riding and hunting or fishing. Seems like it could draw a nashville crowd and the Neve could bring other heavy hitters as long as the room is tuned correctly (probably use russ berger design group) and large ceilings so drums sound HUGE!
This is the completion of my goals. The reason I've been collecting gear and amplifiers. To be able to offer a studio that has a vibe and in house gear list that brings out the magic and captures it on tape, and/or protools. I'll pick and chose my clients so I don't have to deal with the drugs and BS. I'm just as happy tying flies in the shop, if they want to bring in their own team. After having guns pulled on me, friends killed, overdosed, and lost to other rock'nroll life style, I've very over the "VIEW".
CaseyJones wrote:I had lunch with my cousin from Cali a week ago. He's a realtor. He's in a panic because the bubble he created by flipping properties over and over burst and he can't do that anymore.
Admittedly the service was horrible. Cuz bitched about it nonstop. So: My shitty lunch experience was improved by the soundtrack of his complaining? But that's our Brave New World... do nothing real, do nothing value added. Just bitch about it in your most self-righteous manner when your comfort level is attenuated...
I suggest that you save some money, tell the gardener "Don't bother." If you don't water your lawn it won't grow, kill two birds with one stone right there. Decorate your property with a junk car or two, maybe some obsolete white appliances. Incidentally white appliances are fun to shoot at. Insist that the head of the HOA visit personally, then toss him off at gunpoint. It is after all your property.
I'd kick in the door of the vacant place next door, throw an outrageous party over there. Fill the pool with Jello or something. Invite some of your Amp Garage friends. If they can't hear it in Mendocino... IT AIN'T LOUD ENOUGH. Show those teenage neighbors how it's done.
Like I said, "Live Free or Die"
Ditto. I live in a commie community too because when my dear crazy mother leaves the planet it's my house. As soon as feasible after that it's back to acreage for us. Sit on the front porch with a shotgun and pull the trigger any time somebody without hair on their face comes up the drive. Male that is.
The Last of the World's Great Human Beings
Seek immediate medical attention if you suddenly go either deaf or blind.
If you put the Federal Government in charge of the Sahara Desert, in five years time there would be a shortage of sand.
selloutrr wrote:I hate California I'm from Seattle this state is the worste thing to happen since the close of whore houses, Trivia fact: Wallace Idaho, where they filmed Donte's Peak, was the last operating whore house in the USA, I believe 1987.
Living in Southern California is like being trapt in High school. It's clickish, tendy, fake, and if the girls weren't half naked I would have dropped out a long time ago.
As far as humble, I started at the bottom and worked my way up I'm not to where I want to be but I'm getting there.
Sorry about that, we got literally hundreds of them in Nevada. But then again maybe that's not in the US.
The Last of the World's Great Human Beings
Seek immediate medical attention if you suddenly go either deaf or blind.
If you put the Federal Government in charge of the Sahara Desert, in five years time there would be a shortage of sand.
