After deciding that the parents did not need to know about a small tuition refund that unexpectedly arrived at my door, I came home one day to find...
A BOMB!
No, no, that can't be right... I had that one shipped straight to the embassy. It must be...
A BASS!
But we have to check.
Dragging it into my messy-as-fucking-hell bedroom...
I decide that, unless somehow my order got mixed up with the world's first stringless, fretless, neckless cardboard bass, I have work to do.
My first thoughts go to
but after remembering the Patchies incident I decide to hold back and find a new tool.
Hmm...
Could this work?
Only one way to check...
MURDER THE CAMERA!
Or... on second thought, I shouldn't record that.
A couple of hours later,
Somehow the world has turned entirely sideways. I seem to be the only one who has noticed, in fact, because everyone else was turned sideways as well - putting aside the possibilities made by being the only person able to document such an incredibly extraordinary event, we observe another questionable cardboard box and my gig bag.
Artificially building suspense... because I can...
Ha! I knew it was in here somewhere!
Bubinga top on alder body, maple six-bolt neck, active pickups and preamp. Currently tuned B E A D G C, will soon be tinkered with and will eventually wind up in F# B E A D G (when I feel like putting down $80 for new strings) for bowel-movement-inspiring rumbly goodness.
Plays well, has the growl I was looking for (clips will come when I know what the fuck I'm doing), tons of fun to tinker with, and fucking gorgeous in person. Three hundred dollars, total, just to close things up. What more can we ask for?
Note: I posted this same thing the other day at SevenString.org, didn't feel like redoing anything. Clips will come when I know what I'm doing, until then be jealous of my beautiful, beautiful new guitar.
EDIT: If anyone knows why one picture shows up and the others don't... I won't kill you.
Jeff
A BOMB!
No, no, that can't be right... I had that one shipped straight to the embassy. It must be...
A BASS!
But we have to check.
Dragging it into my messy-as-fucking-hell bedroom...
I decide that, unless somehow my order got mixed up with the world's first stringless, fretless, neckless cardboard bass, I have work to do.
My first thoughts go to
but after remembering the Patchies incident I decide to hold back and find a new tool.
Hmm...
Could this work?
Only one way to check...
MURDER THE CAMERA!
Or... on second thought, I shouldn't record that.
A couple of hours later,
Somehow the world has turned entirely sideways. I seem to be the only one who has noticed, in fact, because everyone else was turned sideways as well - putting aside the possibilities made by being the only person able to document such an incredibly extraordinary event, we observe another questionable cardboard box and my gig bag.
Artificially building suspense... because I can...
Ha! I knew it was in here somewhere!
Bubinga top on alder body, maple six-bolt neck, active pickups and preamp. Currently tuned B E A D G C, will soon be tinkered with and will eventually wind up in F# B E A D G (when I feel like putting down $80 for new strings) for bowel-movement-inspiring rumbly goodness.
Plays well, has the growl I was looking for (clips will come when I know what the fuck I'm doing), tons of fun to tinker with, and fucking gorgeous in person. Three hundred dollars, total, just to close things up. What more can we ask for?
Note: I posted this same thing the other day at SevenString.org, didn't feel like redoing anything. Clips will come when I know what I'm doing, until then be jealous of my beautiful, beautiful new guitar.
EDIT: If anyone knows why one picture shows up and the others don't... I won't kill you.
Jeff
awesome read Jeff, that bass looks amazing!