Entertainment For Lively Minds
Home Alone
The GLW and our three kids are away for a few days. As I have so far managed to only watch series 1 of The Wire (forgive me Massive, for I have sinned) I've rented 2 & 3 from the local emporium and plan on overdosing on the whole affair in the next 48 hours. Anything I should look out for (please no spoilers)?
In addition I've somehow persuaded myself that (and here's one for Twangathon and the other GAS sufferers) I really really need to take advantage of a very good deal on a near new Gretsch White Falcon.
It may be the proverbial straw when it comes to my marital status but short of having Eddie Cochran as my best friend I can think of anything cooler. I mean... look at the thing.... you just have to, don't you?
I've also stocked up on a case of a very handy local NZ Pinot Noir.
So, I'll report back soon. In the meantime here's Stephen Stills with the object of my lustful desire.
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Crikey!
Planning on transgressing in any other ways while you're about it? When the GLW comes home to find you pissed as a newt and babbling in Baltimorespeak while picking delicately on a somewhat wine-stained GWF, you might find King Lear's 'Reason not the need' speech comes in handy...
Bollocks to Lear
I'm counting on a .45 and a dozen roses.
Dude
I would kill for a White Falcon
Mind You
I would also kill for the family to head off for a few days
As gorgeous as White Falcons are...
...they're like Teles in that they're a proper bastard on the underside of the right forearm. I could never own one for that reason: they hurt to play. It's the same reason I've owned three Telecasters and sold them all, each with more regret than the last.
The price for the honour of owning one
is the pain in the arm. Their sheer weight I also find a trial. That said, my '67 gets played very little yet I cannot let it go.
I've been spoiled...
...by owning several of the most comfortable guitars in the world to play. I really, really miss the forearm cut if I'm playing anything other than a Jazzmaster or Jaguar.
That said, I can get on with a Les Paul pretty happily, and that's got a pretty sharp upper edge - especially on my prefered model (an R4), which is bound. Must be the carved top, I suppose. Heavier than a lead Johnny Vegas, though.
Oh, and here's an R4, just for porn purposes:
Ok...
Episode one has just finished. Just about to get another bottle. It's looking good.
Bob...I'm ok with the forearm thing.. never had a problem with that with any of my Teles. And to be honest if I get that White Falcon I'll only play it with my tongue.
The Wire
McNulty wakes up back in England and it was all a dream.
Close, but...
Similarly, the FPO is away for the weekend at her sister's; only trouble is it's me who's got the little darlings to entertain, so my opportunities for indulgence are limited to the evenings. Still, it could be a good time to finally watch the borrowed Rutles DVD. White Falcons are generally used as much for posing with as playing, aren't they? A mate of mine has a Brian Setzer model and it's a lovely guitar, if a bit delicate - it wouldn't take the abuse a Tele can.
2
Well well.. Episode 2's just closed. It's getting messy.
This Pinot Nor is pretty good as well.
Just remembered...
...was in a guitar shop in Shaftsbury Avenue some time in the 60s when a bloke parked his Roller outside and came in with a kid in tow, probably about 12. 'What's the best guitar in the shop?' he demanded. 'Gretsch White Falcon,' was the response. 'I'll take it.' He wrote a cheque, dumped the guitar and case in the arms of the apparently unimpressed child, and left. Whole transaction took a couple of minutes. And the moral of this story is...? Choose your parents carefully, I guess.
In that situation...
...I'd turn off the TV, play one of my Teles, and just *look* at the Falcon. Sounds like a great evening. To get a FEW DAYS in your position, let alone an evening is a rarity, so you go on and enjoy yourself, or by the sounds of it, you already have.
Ouch
So... I wake up to a quiet house, two empty bottles and a slight hangover. I am loving Series 2. I really should go for a bracing walk but Baltimore calls.