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That time the (ex) wife and I went to see the Addams on Broadway. Usher: I'm sorry, the seats are odd. Me: That's ok, so are we...

I would Uber to the strip and put $5 in a slot machine. I might be on a winning streak - anybody knows the odds?

This one actually gave me goosebumps when they hit the chorus. I love the original but this is a nice twist on it.

I love it. I am a huge fan of the style, too...

I know some fans cringe when they hear Dynasty, but I actually really like it (as I do Unmasked, even if it's so commercial). Dirty Livin' is probably my favorite Peter Criss song. There is something about it that just gets me. And Charisma... I've always wanted to cover that one, but in a very twisted, dark electro, Nine Inch Nails sort of way. Maybe someday.

It is absolutely gorgeous. And I love the rosewood fretboard. I can imagine it mustn't have been a cheap one.... My best friend and I both got our first guitar on Christmas in 85. I got that awful Les Paul copy and my buddy got an olympic white Harmony strat copy with the maple neck from Sears. Come to think of it, that's probably the reason why I also wanted I white strat - because his was so much better. Another older friend got a candy red one, also maple neck. Those Harmony were so much easier to play - they felt like high quality instrument compared to my guitar. The irony is that my mother paid more for the piece of junk than she would have for a Harmony. Not to mention that a sunburst LP didn't exactly spell metal... I developed a profound dislike for the model and for rosewood fretboards. And that aversion lasted for decades. At least I had my Iron Maiden t-shirt to try and look metal, depsite the short hair and what I felt looked like a cowboy guitar... ?

I can hear the moderators...

I thought humanity ended on May 6, 1937, no?

? That must be the David Gilmour in Live at Pompeii influence (another factor that reinforced the black Strat status as my holy grail back then).

A fellow Québécois! Une petite ville du nom de Matane. Love Montreal. Lived there for a while on a few occasions, and for almost 2 years before leaving for the US. The white Strat has always been a very close second on my wish list. In fact, as soon as I bought the US one, I repainted the Korean one white. And a disaster of a paint job that was... ? Probably has to do with Hendrix. Actually, a lot of my favorite guitar players played white instruments, and my main guitar is a while LP Studio. I've purchased a couple of them since but always ended up having to sell them back. But I got one in 2022 - not Olympic unfortunately, had to settle for Polar White, and not a US, but a Player series. Honestly, I could not justify the expense, so a Player was more than enough. The frets were a bit rough, but other than that, it's a fine guitar. That being said, I don't play it as much as I should. But I "need" a white Strat. You might notice a certain trinket on my desk that should bring memories for a fellow Quebecer/Montrealer...

When I was 12, I made friend with a kid whose older brother and father were musicians. Walking into their house was like visiting Disney. There were all kinds of guitars and amps everywhere in the house. And whereas the local music store only carried cheap knockoffs, all the instruments in my friend’s house were the real deal. Mostly Fenders, but also a few Gibsons, including limited run instruments. His father even had a pedal steel (that thing fascinated me to no end). They also had a Simmons drum kit in the basement. Sometimes, the guy who dated his sister would drop by with his Kramer and Mesa Boogie. All stuff you’d only see in magazines. That was in 1984/85, in a minuscule French Canadian town, far from everything… I vividly remember the first time I visited and saw his dad’s mythical 1957 Fender Stratocaster in the corner of the living room. That’s like Iron Maiden’s Dave Murray’s! I thought. “Go on, try it! It won’t bite”. For a kid playing the cheapest knockoff guitar you can imagine, this was almost inconceivable. From that moment, that guitar became my holy grail. Black, white pick guard, darker maple neck with the thin headstock and spaghetti logo. As fate would have it, through an extraordinary series of unlikely events, 12 years later, I ended up buying an instrument that matched that description. A friend offered a lift to take me to my old apartment to pick up my mail. On the way, I asked him to stop at the music store so I could buy some strings. I walked in and immediately saw that guitar at the other end of the store. It drew my attention not just because it looked my dream guitar, but because it was displayed separately from the rest of the instruments. You couldn’t just grab it off the wall, you had to ask for it. That in itself was rather strange. They normally didn't take this kind of precaution with the instruments they carried. And indeed, as I soon realized, it was a US Strat - something still unheard of in that store at the time. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It even had the darker maple neck and the spaghetti logo! Of course, I had to at least try it. So they handed it over. And as I turned around towards the amp section, I saw something I never thought I would see there - a 1959 Fender Bassman (reissue). My dream amp back then. But there’s no way I could afford either the guitar or the amp... So after playing for a while, I reluctantly left with a few sets of strings and went to pick up my mail. I thought I'd have to stick with my Korean Squier strat (my first half decent instrument). But in my inbox sat an envelope with a check. An unexpected tax return adjustment for the past several years that covered the full price of the guitar and half the amp... That was 28 years ago today - meaning that my black Strat is now as old as that old 1957 was when I was 12 and first played it… The '59 Bassman (behind me on the first photo) I sold in 2000, but I can't imagine letting go of the guitar.

I remember my trusty old M-Audio Keystation dying on me the second I hooked it up when we arrived in NY. As fate would have it, Sam Ash was the closest music store, so the first thing I got was a replacement keyboard (an Alesis that I’m still using). I then got a pair of small monitors for my portable rigs, and a cheap Epiphone LP Junior as a traveling guitar because I didn’t want to take my Strat overseas that fall/winter. I also got a DBX compressor, a few cases, AKG headphones... The following summer I went looking for an inexpensive H-S-H Strat. None really felt right and one of the sales dudes insisted I should try an Epiphone LP. I had my doubts that I even wanted to try... My first electric guitar was a cheap LP copy, it sucked, and everyone else had super Strats back then, so I had developed an aversion for the model. I bought a Strat copy the minute I could afford one and played only Strats for the next 20-some years. But that day, I sat down with the ebony LP and it locked into my hands - it instantly felt right. Then I lift up my eyes and saw Jimmy Page (one of my biggest musical heroes) playing his black beauty on the tv screen… To me, in terms of significance, that was second only to being handled a sword by a strange lady lying in a pond. Had to sell it a few years ago, and it's one of the few instruments I truly regret having to sell.

Of course, the irony is that the lawsuit gives him free publicity... Might as well leech all the way.

How sad... Sam Ash is part of my best memories of New York when we lived there in 2011-12.

USPS has always been extremely reliable here. With one exception. Someone broke into the mailbox for our side of the street and damaged it last year. I was expecting that it would be solved in a matter of a week or two, and I practically never get mail, only junk, so I did not bother contacting the post office to hold my mail. At first, anyway. It took them 5 months to replace it.... Very convenient to stay up past my bedtime and to waste $25 on Uber every few weeks to go pick up junk mail just in case.

Did I mention the brown truck guys systematically screw up... Literally every order I've placed on Amazon that made use of UPS in the last year arrived late or the package was lost And this now includes an order I placed a few days ago, that was supposed to arrive yesterday, something I need for a trip at the end of a week, so waiting a few more days until they realize that they've lost it is not an option. However, if I use the tracking number on their website: In my experience, these guys take the palm as the biggest incompetents in the industry. Whenever I see them listed as the acrrier for something, I steer clear. Unfortunately, the carrier isn't always listed. Brown is indeed an adequate color for their uniform and their truck... ???

Funny - when Bapu mentioned no more B, the first thing I thought was... One of the few non-metal albums I remember listening to constantly that year (1988). This one and the rest of them. Real to Reel was also a favorite. I'm still not admitting that I am a prog fan though. ?

I have a garage that I don't use (I don't drive), and there's nothing in it except a bit of stuff that belongs to my ex that I let her keep here until they find a bigger place (we're on good terms). A few cardboard boxes and the trash bins. I could probably rent that space and make some money. In fact, even dumber than that - I've been living in this 2 story, 3 bedrooms/3 bathrooms place that I can't afford alone with my cat for almost 4 years. My cat has her own bedroom (not kidding). I could probably rent some of that space for storage too. From what I hear, storage spaces can be quite expensive. I really don't have that entrepreneur gene... I did conduct some business in that garage though - among other things, I sold a guitar to a guy from Slash's band, and a Pro Tools Command 8 to a guy from Gogol Bordello. Maybe I could start my own Guitar Center sort of thing... Start small, only sell high E strings but in all gauges... Or used plectrums.

Ok then... Deep Purple - River Deep, Mountain high...

That's deep, man!

Congrats!

I studied classical guitar for a few years, so I had to learn. For the audition, I had to borrow an acoustic (steel strings) and I played Diary of a Madman (the intro) with a pick. A few months later, my teacher handed me handed me charts saying "I think you'll like this one". The piece was Leo Brouwer's Etude No. 6.

It's Sunday morning for the rest of the world, but Friday night for me. Meaning I get to relax, listen to music and look up stuff on YouTube. I am embarrassed to admit I'd never heard Lenny Breau before now. But I'm even more embarrassed to have referred to myself as a guitarist...

I see this picture and all I can think of is how cold, even for this Canadian.

At first glance, the cheese selection down here was a little underwhelming to say the least. That's compared to Québec. France would be a whole other level. But I've managed to find some decent ones. Asking mayonnaise instead of ketchup with French fries can also provoke reactions ranging from curiosity to mild annoyance to exasperation and disgust. And for some reason, dijon mustard is frowned upon - especially by people who use the word patriot a lot. Those folks would probably have a heart attack if they heard of dijonnaise. One of the hardest adjustments to make was to learn to properly mispronounce "croissant". I really wish they would call it "crescent" and make everyone's life easier. Other than that, I agree with Bob concerning people being mostly nice, with a sprinkling of jerks. And of course, there's the herd effect, which is universal, so even nice people can easily be manipulated into being complete *****holes, no matter the nationality. I always remember my few months in Russia very fondly because of the people, and how friendly they were. I also had some of the very best meals of my life there - which was a surprise. I went there expecting 3 months of potato soup, potato ice cream, potato bread... How wrong I was! I still miss the food. If I judged the country by the political circumstances when I was there, with the tanks on the streets and military personnel everywhere on election night, my opinion might be a tad different. Not to mention historical events and the current situation. But the people? They were great, and would go out of their way to assist and speak a few words of English.