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Post by drlj on Dec 17, 2023 13:15:26 GMT -5
Off to the Amazon. Still mystified by the difference in the Faridas. The nut height and the height of the strings at the 12th fret seem to be identical, but even when I'm putting the capo on at he second fret, I can see that the strings seem to be much further from the fretboard on the 64 than on the 22. If you brought it over, we could adjust it. I have chainsaws and hammers.
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Post by t-bob on Dec 17, 2023 15:41:43 GMT -5
Here's a blog and I didn't write it but I enjoy it and I hope somebody liked it
Now we don't have to think about "the plagiarization"
I put it down for the second time because I like it
The writer's name AND quotes
BY JILL GOTTENSTRATER" a blog
"Have you noticed what a noisy world we live in?
When at home, many of us have our televisions on while we scroll through Facebook, stopping to watch all the awesome cat or laughing baby videos, all the while, attempting to be semi-engaged in a conversation with our family members.
When we get in our cars, we turn on the radio or listen to our favorite podcasts. We fill the empty space in our cars with noise.
When we walk the aisles at our grocery store, ads or music (subliminally sending us messages to buy more) are streaming from above.
When in the company of others, most of us find it awkward when there are those rare moments of silence that settle over the conversation. It’s our nature to want to fill that silence with words.
Have you experienced a time lately when you’ve actually sat with silence?
Silence can feel thick. I know that sounds weird, but some of you know what I mean. There is a heaviness that accompanies silence–not a bad heaviness—one that’s like an old cotton hand-made quilt.
Silence is loud itself, but not in a noisy way. I know this sounds weird, too. The loudness of silence I’m talking about can feel deafening–in a good way.
There’s an art to sitting with silence. I imagine we could learn a thing or two from the monks who take life-time vows of silence. I’m not suggesting you and I need to take a vow of silence to that degree, but I am suggesting that we vow to take a few minutes each day to sit with silence.
Friends, our brains were not created to be stimulated and firing at all times, so consider your daily vow of silence as a means to caring for the one body, and all its contents, which you’ve got to carry you through the remainder of your time here on earth.
It’s not easy sitting with silence because our minds have a tendency to wander and race. I could write an entire post on methods of managing and facilitating your quiet time, but for today, let me arm you with one helpful tip: Breath in and breath out, taking deep steady breaths. Breathing this way is good for you both physically and mentally. Deep breathing releases endorphins and increases the flow of oxygen through your body, which aid in pain management, stress relief, and increased energy.
Here’s my challenge for you today. Plan a daily retreat to get away and have quiet time. Some of us may find it harder than others to find that place of retreat in our lives, but even if you have to go and sit in your car in the driveway to get a few minutes of quiet, that’s OK.
Two minutes, five minutes, 10 minutes….just allow yourself some time to just sit in silence and breathe deeply.
Not only will you enjoy the benefits of this time but those around you will, too. Enjoy, and let’s see if we can’t all make this a daily practice”
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Post by drlj on Dec 17, 2023 15:46:38 GMT -5
If you brought it over, we could adjust it. I have chainsaws and hammers. My titanium nuts will demolish your chain saw. I am not going to touch that line. I would probably only need a needle nose file anyway.
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Post by billhammond on Dec 17, 2023 18:38:28 GMT -5
Wow, Buffalo is FOUR TOUCHDOWNS ahead of Dallas, whose offense is rated No. 1 in the NFL.
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Post by John B on Dec 17, 2023 19:42:39 GMT -5
Yesterday I replaced our installed-with-the-home combination front door handle and deadbolt with a smart lock and a new push-pull lever (so you can open the door with your hip on the handle). So now a code, a fingerprint or even my phone can unlock the front door. It automatically re-locks, too. The old lock worked OK, but kids these days don't carry keys. The bigger problem was with how the deadbolt and latch lined up with the frame, so I got to bust out a chisel and make some adjustments.
Also last night, I saw Joel Paterson opening for JD McPherson with another couple; interestingly enough I discovered that one of the lead guys where I work also goes for that type of music, so we hung out with him and his wife for a while as well.
Here's Joel with a Les Paul-inspired take on Mele Kalikimaka:
And a couple of JD:
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Post by Rob Hanesworth on Dec 17, 2023 20:05:27 GMT -5
Wow, Buffalo is FOUR TOUCHDOWNS ahead of Dallas, whose offense is rated No. 1 in the NFL. I had planned to watch the Colts play the Steelers today but the sneaky bastards foiled my plans by playing yesterday.
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Post by Russell Letson on Dec 17, 2023 21:36:18 GMT -5
"Friday it rained all day, there was no ball game, so we stayed home, we listen to it over the radio."
Chicolini, Duck Soup
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Post by Marshall on Dec 18, 2023 9:33:54 GMT -5
Also last night, I saw Joel Paterson opening for JD McPherson with another couple; interestingly enough I discovered that one of the lead guys where I work also goes for that type of music, so we hung out with him and his wife for a while as well. Here's Joel with a Les Paul-inspired take on Mele Kalikimaka: Is that gold-top an early Les Paul? Really cool.
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Post by John B on Dec 18, 2023 19:09:02 GMT -5
Also last night, I saw Joel Paterson opening for JD McPherson with another couple; interestingly enough I discovered that one of the lead guys where I work also goes for that type of music, so we hung out with him and his wife for a while as well. Here's Joel with a Les Paul-inspired take on Mele Kalikimaka: Is that gold-top an early Les Paul? Really cool. Maybe a '54? That's an original ES-295, too. Well, it's all vintage. Plus, Joel's from Chicago!
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Post by millring on Dec 24, 2023 7:26:36 GMT -5
The thing you need is a set of nut files. And the solution isn’t to cut the slot deeper, but just widen the slots slightly. I might start less drastically by changing to light strings. That wouldn't matter to me anyway. I have the mediums on there because I happened to have had about 2 dozen sets of mediums around (also, I wanted the same strings on both guitars for tone/sound comparison back when I first got the 22). The action has returned to playable. You geniuses were correct. The setup for light doesn't allow for mediums. I learn something new every day. Sometimes I even learn two things. But not usually. I've been using two different case humidifiers -- Oasis and Planet Waves. Both left me with questions (though they seem to be working fine. Like anything else that prevents a bad outcome, you can never be sure they're doing anything because, just the fact that the bad thing doesn't happen doesn't prove that it was going to....but I assume they are). The Oasis says "don't remove the crystals. They're supposed to be in there"...but I never saw any crystals in there in the first place. I assume they were stuck to the sides of the sock. And the Planet Waves comes with a sponge -- but it's a weird sponge that appears to not take in any water in the first place. It does, but it doesn't appear to. Curiously, I think it's the same kind of sponge that became popular in the pottery world --favored because its cell size is so small that its texture was almost completely smooth -- thereby leaving no marks on the pottery when used. __________________________________________________________________________________________ I came across this memory of the Gibson. Growing up in the 60s-70s, my brother, Geoff, was the coolest guy I knew. He was everything a 6-10 year-old me wanted to be. Handsome, 6'5" athletic, kind, friendly. Everyone loved Geoff (except perhaps Dad). A big family drama centered around guitar. Geoff had become competent enough on a borrowed guitar to play in Kingston Trio/PPM type groups in talent shows and the like. It turned out he was not only quick to pick up the musical instrument, but he was something of a funny story-telling performer, and he ran with a pretty talented crowd. When each of my 3 older brothers turned 13, they were expected from that point on to pay rent to Dad for living in his house. They had the three biggest paper routes in Indianapolis, but were also expected to pick up odd jobs (mostly cutting lawns in the summer). Dad made a deal with Geoff (because that's how Dad worked. He dealt. His love was a transaction.): "Get another lawn to cut and I'll buy you a guitar." Geoff got the lawn-cutting job. Dad was going to renege. In a rare moment of standing up to him, Mom intervened and asked Dad to keep his word and buy Geoff a guitar. So Dad went to a junk store and came home with a totally unplayable "Decca" guitar -- warped neck, no strings, no bridge. It sat in the back of the closet under the staircase until Mom moved from that house 10-15 years later. But everyone loved Geoff. Including my brother, Barry. Barry got a bunch of Geoff's friends together, told them the guitar story, and they all pitched in and got Geoff the Gibson I now have. At least, that's the short story. Somewhere along the line -- somewhere in the short years after that episode -- we did end up with a generic steel string in the house. It was probably classical size. It had a spruce-looking top and was as sparely appointed as a guitar could be. By then Geoff had gone off to flunk out of college. But THAT guitar stayed behind. In the piano bench I found a Kingston Trio songbook and figured out what chord charts were illustrating and learned Tom Dooley. By the time Geoff returned from college, I was thumb-and-index-fingering a bit of fingerpicking to PP&M songs (If I Had Wings). But like most family stories, that doesn't tell the whole story.
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Post by drlj on Dec 24, 2023 8:19:19 GMT -5
It could be adjusted for mediums without too much trouble, but I don’t think every guitar should have mediums anyway. Some guitars feel and sound better with lights. I don’t believe one size fits all when it comes to strings.
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Post by John B on Dec 24, 2023 9:25:02 GMT -5
I might start less drastically by changing to light strings. That wouldn't matter to me anyway. I have the mediums on there because I happened to have had about 2 dozen sets of mediums around (also, I wanted the same strings on both guitars for tone/sound comparison back when I first got the 22). The action has returned to playable. You geniuses were correct. The setup for light doesn't allow for mediums. I learn something new every day. Sometimes I even learn two things. But not usually. I've been using two different case humidifiers -- Oasis and Planet Waves. Both left me with questions (though they seem to be working fine. Like anything else that prevents a bad outcome, you can never be sure they're doing anything because, just the fact that the bad thing doesn't happen doesn't prove that it was going to....but I assume they are). The Oasis says "don't remove the crystals. They're supposed to be in there"...but I never saw any crystals in there in the first place. I assume they were stuck to the sides of the sock. And the Planet Waves comes with a sponge -- but it's a weird sponge that appears to not take in any water in the first place. It does, but it doesn't appear to. Curiously, I think it's the same kind of sponge that became popular in the pottery world --favored because its cell size is so small that its texture was almost completely smooth -- thereby leaving no marks on the pottery when used. __________________________________________________________________________________________ I came across this memory of the Gibson. Growing up in the 60s-70s, my brother, Geoff, was the coolest guy I knew. He was everything a 6-10 year-old me wanted to be. Handsome, 6'5" athletic, kind, friendly. Everyone loved Geoff (except perhaps Dad). A big family drama centered around guitar. Geoff had become competent enough on a borrowed guitar to play in Kingston Trio/PPM type groups in talent shows and the like. It turned out he was not only quick to pick up the musical instrument, but he was something of a funny story-telling performer, and he ran with a pretty talented crowd. When each of my 3 older brothers turned 13, they were expected from that point on to pay rent to Dad for living in his house. They had the three biggest paper routes in Indianapolis, but were also expected to pick up odd jobs (mostly cutting lawns in the summer). Dad made a deal with Geoff (because that's how Dad worked. He dealt. His love was a transaction.): "Get another lawn to cut and I'll buy you a guitar." Geoff got the lawn-cutting job. Dad was going to renege. In a rare moment of standing up to him, Mom intervened and asked Dad to keep his word and buy Geoff a guitar. So Dad went to a junk store and came home with a totally unplayable "Decca" guitar -- warped neck, no strings, no bridge. It sat in the back of the closet under the staircase until Mom moved from that house 10-15 years later. But everyone loved Geoff. Including my brother, Barry. Barry got a bunch of Geoff's friends together, told them the guitar story, and they all pitched in and got Geoff the Gibson I now have. At least, that's the short story. Somewhere along the line -- somewhere in the short years after that episode -- we did end up with a generic steel string in the house. It was probably classical size. It had a spruce-looking top and was as sparely appointed as a guitar could be. By then Geoff had gone off to flunk out of college. But THAT guitar stayed behind. In the piano bench I found a Kingston Trio songbook and figured out what chord charts were illustrating and learned Tom Dooley. By the time Geoff returned from college, I was thumb-and-index-fingering a bit of fingerpicking to PP&M songs (If I Had Wings). But like most family stories, that doesn't tell the whole story. There's a lot of history, and a lot of love, tied up in that Gibson. I'm so glad to have a picture of me playing it (or at least holding a chord).
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Post by drlj on Dec 24, 2023 9:46:56 GMT -5
My guitars have only my history floating around inside. My OM-60 started life with someone else, as did my Mossman, but my history, good and bad, has crowded out whatever residual history of others was there. No family member history resides in my guitars. . No immediate family member is even aware of what I have or why I have it. One great-niece is, and I suspect her history will crowd out mine in a couple of guitars at some point. That’s fine. Others will go to strangers who may one day wonder who owned this before. Of course, they also may not care. Millring’s Gibson is different. It looks a bit rough, to say the least, but it is a family heirloom deserving of a certain amount of reverence and recognition. It sounds wonderful and, even though it has been many years since I played it, I remember it had a certain feel that is hard to put into words. It gets my highest rating, which is “nice guitar that sounds good!” I don’t use terms like airy, woody, open, throaty, or talk about how it chimes. Those terms don’t mean anything to me. That Gibson sounds good.
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Post by howard lee on Dec 24, 2023 11:02:02 GMT -5
[...] Others will go to strangers who may one day wonder who owned this before. Of course, they also may not care. [...]
I have been thinking about writing up a little brief background piece for each of the guitars here (circumstances of purchase, special order, etc.), and just placing each history in the case for when they inevitably move on. No one in this family plays except for me, so one day they will most likely end up in the homes of people I will never meet. They may care. Even if they don't care, they will have some background.
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Post by Rob Hanesworth on Dec 24, 2023 11:05:41 GMT -5
[...] Others will go to strangers who may one day wonder who owned this before. Of course, they also may not care. [...] I have been thinking about writing up a little brief background piece for each of the guitars here (circumstances of purchase, special order, etc.), and just placing each history in the case for when they inevitably move on. No one in this family plays except for me, so one day they will most likely end up in the homes of people I will never meet. They may care. Even if they don't care, they will have some background.
The note in my cases when they sell: "All the Rob has been steam cleaned out of this guitar."
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Post by drlj on Dec 24, 2023 11:20:18 GMT -5
People can make their own history. They don’t need mine to muck up the works. It might have been interesting to have known who had the Mossman and why he got rid of it but but I have owned it for 40 years so it no longer matters.
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Post by howard lee on Dec 24, 2023 11:23:00 GMT -5
They definitely need mine to muck up the works. Mucking up the works has always been my special talent. I may even change my screen name to "The Gadfly."
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Post by Marshall on Dec 24, 2023 11:27:04 GMT -5
My guitars have only my history floating around inside. My OM-60 started life with someone else, as did my Mossman, but my history, good and bad, has crowded out whatever residual history of others was there. No family member history resides in my guitars. . No immediate family member is even aware of what I have or why I have it. One great-niece is, and I suspect her history will crowd out mine in a couple of guitars at some point. That’s fine. Others will go to strangers who may one day wonder who owned this before. Of course, they also may not care. Yeah. Pretty much the same here. My guitars are my thing. Nobody else in the family cares. I suspect somebody will take one or two when I'm gone. Maybe to pass on to their future children. Others will meet an unceremonial fate.
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Post by John B on Dec 24, 2023 11:30:02 GMT -5
My guitars have only my history floating around inside. My OM-60 started life with someone else, as did my Mossman, but my history, good and bad, has crowded out whatever residual history of others was there. No family member history resides in my guitars. . No immediate family member is even aware of what I have or why I have it. One great-niece is, and I suspect her history will crowd out mine in a couple of guitars at some point. That’s fine. Others will go to strangers who may one day wonder who owned this before. Of course, they also may not care. Yeah. Pretty much the same here. My guitars are my thing. Nobody else in the family cares. I suspect somebody will take one or two when I'm gone. Maybe to pass on to their future children. Others will meet an unceremonial fate. I assume you have raised them well enough so that they will get appraisals before liquidating. If not, please give them my number, as I have a nice lowball offer in mind for any Gibsons you may still have.
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Post by drlj on Dec 24, 2023 11:42:26 GMT -5
Yeah. Pretty much the same here. My guitars are my thing. Nobody else in the family cares. I suspect somebody will take one or two when I'm gone. Maybe to pass on to their future children. Others will meet an unceremonial fate. I assume you have raised them well enough so that they will get appraisals before liquidating. If not, please give them my number, as I have a nice lowball offer in mind for any Gibsons you may still have. Values are noted. Barb also knows Joe Konkoly for advice and direction. I will put a copy of this note in each guitar: “I bought this guitar and I played it. If you are reading this, I am dead and I sincerely hope you were not involved.”
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