On 1/24/13 10:22 AM, Swingman wrote:
On 1/24/2013 10:01 AM, -MIKE- wrote:

Turner and I have had a go at building drums, including the shells. His
are particularly exquisite. It's really a labor of love, because after
all the time and effort involved, you would have to charge about $1k to
make any profit and very few people are interested in a snare drum that
costs that much.... unless it's from the 20's and all you can to is look
at it. :-)

I've seen that ... some beautiful work!

It's can also be all about the sound ... I know some guys who will spend
what it takes to get that "holy grail of sound" snare for their
particular music, especially if it records well.


Those are the real "one percent-ers."
The people who can, a. hear the difference, and b. care enough about it.
:-)


I had an old, originally cheap, "Ringo Star" kit as the house kit the
first studio I built, and later down through the years either had to
turn down offers daily, or keep an eye out that it didn't grow legs.
Both the snare and the kick (with rock dot), recorded at 30ips on 2"
tape, would punch a hole in your chest on playback .... never could
duplicate that sound with any other kit, despite years of trying.

Then, along came digital, and ProTools ...


Don't look now, but there are some kids on your lawn! :-p


--

-MIKE-

"Playing is not something I do at night, it's my function in life"
--Elvin Jones (1927-2004)
--
http://mikedrums.com

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On Wed, 23 Jan 2013 13:06:05 -0600, Swingman wrote:
https://picasaweb.google.com/1113554...20276036909474

Very nice, I'm impressed. Dog likes them too!

-MIKE- wrote:

"boots and belt buckles" lmao! I think you just wrote a country
song.
----------------------------------------------
Remember the parody about the perfect CW song a few years ago?

It had to contain references to prison, trains, and mama just for
starters.

Lew

On 1/24/2013 1:32 PM, Swingman wrote:
On 1/24/2013 12:06 PM, Greg Guarino wrote:

Again, everyone is different. A lot of people would question why you
spend dozens of hours making bar stools when perfectly nice ones are
available for purchase.

Considering that, by definition, 50% of all people fall on the low side
of the bell curve with respect to many abilities, what "a lot of people
would question" has never been of any concern to me whatsoever.

And, without exception, everything that I design and build is custom in
all aspects, no one else has it, and it is not available for purchase.

Which is why those same "lots of people" pay me, and other folks around
here like Leon, to do the same for them ... and because they can't.

[I clicked "send" (twice actually) prematurely. Age, I suppose. ]

Anyway, I think you're agreeing with me. We decide for ourselves what
things have value and what pursuits seem enticing. Simply having a great
instrument is no argument against trying to build one, if
instrument-building captures your interest.

I have of late taken to woodworking in my own sometimes bumbling
fashion. As my skill is still in its infancy, no one would pay me to do
it and there are indeed things out there for purchase that are of at
least equal quality, and better.

I could argue that the stuff I build has certain advantages over
store-bought. The desk I built fits the available space *exactly* rather
than "well enough". Ditto the bookcase units I'm building now, should I
live long enough to finish them (life has sprung a number of surprise
challenges on us that threaten to require a lot of our time). And
whatever visual imperfections there may be, my stuff is sturdy.

But none of that really explains why I'm doing it. I do it because the
work appeals to me. As I was saying to a friend of mine just the other
day, I like when people *do* things. His "thing" is rock climbing, but
almost anything that's a little difficult - that requires practice and
skill - counts in my book.

So if bass building isn't one of your things, that's your choice. But
what better first project to test out that band-saw template jig than a
solid-body bass?

Hell, you could even use your'61 as the template! (I'll start running
now. Good thing I've got a thousand mile head start.)

On 1/24/2013 1:34 PM, Swingman wrote:
On 1/24/2013 12:30 PM, -MIKE- wrote:
On 1/24/13 10:11 AM, Swingman wrote:
On 1/24/2013 10:01 AM, -MIKE- wrote:

Hey, you know you guys are all wearing the same shirt, right? :-P

On the festival circuit, here and in Europe, a certain uniformity
commands bigger bucks. That being the case, individuality can be more
profitably expressed in boots and belt buckles.


"boots and belt buckles" lmao! I think you just wrote a country
song. :-)

Well, to do that you'd have to throw in a hat ... but that's part of the
uniform.

Mama told me I’d be famous,
If I learned to play guitar
I’d be known in ev’ry county
Travelin’ wide and travelin’ far

It took a lot of practicin’
But Mama’s words were true
I found a bunch of fellas
Whose Mamas taught them too

We’re on the road from town to town
Playing ev’ry roadhouse bar
They hear us on the radio
They hear us in the car

They know the songs, yes ev’ry note
They know the words by heart
But how can I be famous
When they can’t tell us apart?

Chorus:
Matching shirts and ties and matching hats
Have robbed me of my fame
We’re only boots and belts and buckles
…no one knows my name.

Copyright Greg Guarino - five minutes ago.

On 1/24/2013 2:53 PM, Greg Guarino wrote:
On 1/24/2013 1:34 PM, Swingman wrote:
On 1/24/2013 12:30 PM, -MIKE- wrote:
On 1/24/13 10:11 AM, Swingman wrote:
On 1/24/2013 10:01 AM, -MIKE- wrote:

Hey, you know you guys are all wearing the same shirt, right? :-P

On the festival circuit, here and in Europe, a certain uniformity
commands bigger bucks. That being the case, individuality can be more
profitably expressed in boots and belt buckles.


"boots and belt buckles" lmao! I think you just wrote a country
song. :-)

Well, to do that you'd have to throw in a hat ... but that's part of the
uniform.

Mama told me I’d be famous,
If I learned to play guitar
I’d be known in ev’ry county
Travelin’ wide and travelin’ far

It took a lot of practicin’
But Mama’s words were true
I found a bunch of fellas
Whose Mamas taught them too

We’re on the road from town to town
Playing ev’ry roadhouse bar
They hear us on the radio
They hear us in the car

They know the songs, yes ev’ry note
They know the words by heart
But how can I be famous
When they can’t tell us apart?

Chorus:
Matching shirts and ties and matching hats
Have robbed me of my fame
We’re only boots and belts and buckles
…no one knows my name.

Copyright Greg Guarino - five minutes ago.

Precious!!

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Wood Shop: www.e-WoodShop.net
https://plus.google.com/114902129577517371552/posts
http://www.custommade.com/by/ewoodshop/
KarlCaillouet@ (the obvious)

On 1/24/2013 8:57 AM, Swingman wrote:
(must be related to that gal in school, pretty good looking country
girl, but not a class act, who would bet you she could pee higher on a
tree than you could if you didn't use your hands ... she could!)

Back in my tender years I once went canoeing with some friends on the
Delaware River. There were 10 of us, a guy and a girl in each of five
rented boats. We came across a tiny island in the middle of the river; a
hump maybe 100' long by 40' wide, covered in tall grass.

On the upriver side were three men, pants at half-mast, returning the
beer back to the Earth near their raft. We all chuckled as we floated by.

A half minute later we reached the downriver tip of the island, where we
found the distaff side of the rafting party: three women, pants around
their knees, butts to the sky.

Six friends relieving themselves on a glorious summer afternoon in view
of passers-by and all Creation, but hidden from each other. Funny
creatures, we humans.

On 1/24/13 2:53 PM, Greg Guarino wrote:
On 1/24/2013 1:34 PM, Swingman wrote:
On 1/24/2013 12:30 PM, -MIKE- wrote:
On 1/24/13 10:11 AM, Swingman wrote:
On 1/24/2013 10:01 AM, -MIKE- wrote:

Hey, you know you guys are all wearing the same shirt, right? :-P

On the festival circuit, here and in Europe, a certain uniformity
commands bigger bucks. That being the case, individuality can be more
profitably expressed in boots and belt buckles.


"boots and belt buckles" lmao! I think you just wrote a country
song. :-)

Well, to do that you'd have to throw in a hat ... but that's part of the
uniform.

Mama told me I’d be famous,
If I learned to play guitar
I’d be known in ev’ry county
Travelin’ wide and travelin’ far

It took a lot of practicin’
But Mama’s words were true
I found a bunch of fellas
Whose Mamas taught them too

We’re on the road from town to town
Playing ev’ry roadhouse bar
They hear us on the radio
They hear us in the car

They know the songs, yes ev’ry note
They know the words by heart
But how can I be famous
When they can’t tell us apart?

Chorus:
Matching shirts and ties and matching hats
Have robbed me of my fame
We’re only boots and belts and buckles
…no one knows my name.

Copyright Greg Guarino - five minutes ago.


You are one disturbed individual. :-p


--

-MIKE-

"Playing is not something I do at night, it's my function in life"
--Elvin Jones (1927-2004)
--
http://mikedrums.com

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On 1/24/2013 5:52 PM, -MIKE- wrote:
On 1/24/13 2:53 PM, Greg Guarino wrote:
On 1/24/2013 1:34 PM, Swingman wrote:
On 1/24/2013 12:30 PM, -MIKE- wrote:
On 1/24/13 10:11 AM, Swingman wrote:
On 1/24/2013 10:01 AM, -MIKE- wrote:

Hey, you know you guys are all wearing the same shirt, right? :-P

On the festival circuit, here and in Europe, a certain uniformity
commands bigger bucks. That being the case, individuality can be more
profitably expressed in boots and belt buckles.


"boots and belt buckles" lmao! I think you just wrote a country
song. :-)

Well, to do that you'd have to throw in a hat ... but that's part of the
uniform.

Mama told me I’d be famous,
If I learned to play guitar
I’d be known in ev’ry county
Travelin’ wide and travelin’ far

It took a lot of practicin’
But Mama’s words were true
I found a bunch of fellas
Whose Mamas taught them too

We’re on the road from town to town
Playing ev’ry roadhouse bar
They hear us on the radio
They hear us in the car

They know the songs, yes ev’ry note
They know the words by heart
But how can I be famous
When they can’t tell us apart?

Chorus:
Matching shirts and ties and matching hats
Have robbed me of my fame
We’re only boots and belts and buckles
…no one knows my name.

Copyright Greg Guarino - five minutes ago.


You are one disturbed individual. :-p


You underestimate me. I am at least *several* disturbed individuals.

On 1/25/13 9:08 AM, Greg Guarino wrote:
On 1/24/2013 5:52 PM, -MIKE- wrote:
On 1/24/13 2:53 PM, Greg Guarino wrote:
On 1/24/2013 1:34 PM, Swingman wrote:
On 1/24/2013 12:30 PM, -MIKE- wrote:
On 1/24/13 10:11 AM, Swingman wrote:
On 1/24/2013 10:01 AM, -MIKE- wrote:

Hey, you know you guys are all wearing the same shirt, right? :-P

On the festival circuit, here and in Europe, a certain uniformity
commands bigger bucks. That being the case, individuality can be more
profitably expressed in boots and belt buckles.


"boots and belt buckles" lmao! I think you just wrote a country
song. :-)

Well, to do that you'd have to throw in a hat ... but that's part of
the
uniform.

Mama told me I’d be famous,
If I learned to play guitar
I’d be known in ev’ry county
Travelin’ wide and travelin’ far

It took a lot of practicin’
But Mama’s words were true
I found a bunch of fellas
Whose Mamas taught them too

We’re on the road from town to town
Playing ev’ry roadhouse bar
They hear us on the radio
They hear us in the car

They know the songs, yes ev’ry note
They know the words by heart
But how can I be famous
When they can’t tell us apart?

Chorus:
Matching shirts and ties and matching hats
Have robbed me of my fame
We’re only boots and belts and buckles
…no one knows my name.

Copyright Greg Guarino - five minutes ago.


You are one disturbed individual. :-p


You underestimate me. I am at least *several* disturbed individuals.

That explains it. I knew you couldn't have written that on your own.
Always credit your co-writers. :-)


--

-MIKE-

"Playing is not something I do at night, it's my function in life"
--Elvin Jones (1927-2004)
--
http://mikedrums.com

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On Fri, 25 Jan 2013 10:08:41 -0500, Greg Guarino
wrote:

On 1/24/2013 5:52 PM, -MIKE- wrote:
On 1/24/13 2:53 PM, Greg Guarino wrote:
On 1/24/2013 1:34 PM, Swingman wrote:
On 1/24/2013 12:30 PM, -MIKE- wrote:
On 1/24/13 10:11 AM, Swingman wrote:
On 1/24/2013 10:01 AM, -MIKE- wrote:

Hey, you know you guys are all wearing the same shirt, right? :-P

On the festival circuit, here and in Europe, a certain uniformity
commands bigger bucks. That being the case, individuality can be more
profitably expressed in boots and belt buckles.


"boots and belt buckles" lmao! I think you just wrote a country
song. :-)

Well, to do that you'd have to throw in a hat ... but that's part of the
uniform.

Mama told me I’d be famous,
If I learned to play guitar
I’d be known in ev’ry county
Travelin’ wide and travelin’ far

It took a lot of practicin’
But Mama’s words were true
I found a bunch of fellas
Whose Mamas taught them too

We’re on the road from town to town
Playing ev’ry roadhouse bar
They hear us on the radio
They hear us in the car

They know the songs, yes ev’ry note
They know the words by heart
But how can I be famous
When they can’t tell us apart?

Chorus:
Matching shirts and ties and matching hats
Have robbed me of my fame
We’re only boots and belts and buckles
…no one knows my name.

Copyright Greg Guarino - five minutes ago.


You are one disturbed individual. :-p


You underestimate me. I am at least *several* disturbed individuals.

+1

--
With every experience, you alone are painting your
own canvas, thought by thought, choice by choice.
-- Oprah Winfrey

On 1/25/2013 10:59 AM, -MIKE- wrote:
On 1/25/13 9:08 AM, Greg Guarino wrote:
On 1/24/2013 5:52 PM, -MIKE- wrote:
On 1/24/13 2:53 PM, Greg Guarino wrote:
On 1/24/2013 1:34 PM, Swingman wrote:
On 1/24/2013 12:30 PM, -MIKE- wrote:
On 1/24/13 10:11 AM, Swingman wrote:
On 1/24/2013 10:01 AM, -MIKE- wrote:

Hey, you know you guys are all wearing the same shirt, right? :-P

On the festival circuit, here and in Europe, a certain uniformity
commands bigger bucks. That being the case, individuality can be
more
profitably expressed in boots and belt buckles.


"boots and belt buckles" lmao! I think you just wrote a country
song. :-)

Well, to do that you'd have to throw in a hat ... but that's part of
the
uniform.

Mama told me I’d be famous,
If I learned to play guitar
I’d be known in ev’ry county
Travelin’ wide and travelin’ far

It took a lot of practicin’
But Mama’s words were true
I found a bunch of fellas
Whose Mamas taught them too

We’re on the road from town to town
Playing ev’ry roadhouse bar
They hear us on the radio
They hear us in the car

They know the songs, yes ev’ry note
They know the words by heart
But how can I be famous
When they can’t tell us apart?

Chorus:
Matching shirts and ties and matching hats
Have robbed me of my fame
We’re only boots and belts and buckles
…no one knows my name.

Copyright Greg Guarino - five minutes ago.


You are one disturbed individual. :-p


You underestimate me. I am at least *several* disturbed individuals.

That explains it. I knew you couldn't have written that on your own.
Always credit your co-writers. :-)


Many personalities make light work. I am large, I contain multitudes.