Saturday, April 18, 2009

I have my license, it came with birth, for self reliance on this earth.

On Tuesday I started recounting the guitars I have owned or possessed long enough to claim ownership on When Things of the Spirit Come First. Today I am going to share with you pictures and the story of the second guitar I owned. There will be posts for each one with perhaps one or two lumped together because their stories aren't as fun or interesting. I hope you enjoy this little rock-walk down memory lane and please feel free to share an axe tale of your own in the comments.

Number 2
1982 Ibanez Rocket Roll II RR50-FR


So this is it...what I would call my first "real" guitar. It was purchased by my Mom and Dad and it played like butter. It's also one of those guitars I regret selling.

I talked Mom and Dad into a trip to Uncle Bob's Music Center in SW Milwaukee. It is now located at 10220 Greenfield Ave in West Allis, WI and unfortunately has no website. Uncle Bob's was a small store that was so packed with gear it seemed like a hallway with amps stacked to the ceiling. The front of the store had a wall of guitars that at the time seemed cool but in retrospect is mind numbing. It was 1985 or so and I can recall seeing Les Pauls, Strats and a Dean explorer type thing but the guitar I picked was the Rocket Roll II.

This candy apple machine whispered out to me and basically toyed with my 15 year old mind. Could a guitar be that sexy? Damn! It was Metal it was Punk hell my heroes played flying V's.

The guitar was $125 with a form fitting hard shell case and to sweeten the take Uncle Bob himself gave Mom and Dad a $35 deal on a Peavey Audition 30. Throw in strings and picks and I don't remember my cheeks aching more from the grin I had on the car ride home.

Again I have no photos of my guitar but since Ibanez only had two color schemes for the Rocket Roll II it was no problem finding one.

picture from ibanezregister.com
It's almost like the RR50 was a divining rod to find rock and roll.

The Rocket Roll II's came in two styles. The RR50 was the Metallic Red beast I owned an the RR400 was a flame maple topped bound beauty in a cherry sunburst paint scheme. The picture from the Ibanez catalog showcased the maple striped RR400 as seen below. It's a shame because the RR50 was the one that seemed more Metal anyway.


picture from ibanezregister.com

As I said earlier my heroes played flying v guitars and my favorites were K.K. Downing of Judas Priest and Bob Mould of Hüsker .

Judas Priest had the balance of K.K. and Glenn Tipton. When I had this guitar I often made my friend Jeff jam while doing the Rock Stomp motion (see 2:14) that K.K. and Glenn did while playing live. Jeff had dark hair and played a black Stratocaster like Glenn did and I had blond hair and played a red V like K.K.. Looking back it was all pretty silly but it made me happy.

The other "God" with the flying V is Bob Mould of Hüsker . He didn't have a red V but he did have a Rocket Roll albeit the first generation of the Ibanez V's. This guitar was an exact replica of the Gibson flying V. They were built in the 70's and are amazing guitars. They fetch an unrealistic amount of money and even then you rarely see one come up for sale.

I did see Bob play his V in 1987 during the first leg of the Warehouse: Songs and Stories tour in which the band rifled through the entire album without letting anyone breathe. Bob trotted back and forth riding the V in what looked like a hobby horse between his amps and the front of the stage with a glazed look in his eyes. He wore a grey t-shirt with a New York Yankees pin-striped jersey over it and the sweat stain on the front of the shirt grew throughout the set. He sawed at that Rocket Roll with a piston like fervor slamming song after song through his swarm of bees sounding gear.

That concert was the concrete that set in my mind that I needed to play guitar and The flying V would be the perfect beginning.

Here comes the sad ending.

Over time I punched holes in the undormered ceiling of my bedroom, chipped giant chips of paint from the guitars awkward body and weened myself from the reality that I was going to be a Heavy Metal guitarist. I had picked up new guitars and found it time to move on from the Rocket Roll II. I sold it to one of my older brother's coworkers to give to his son for $300.

The kicker is I recently felt nostalgic for the V and started looking into the availability of another one. After doing research and losing many bids on Ebay I gave up hope. Not only has the guitar gained in value but so many other people have now come to realize the unbelievable quality of these late 70's and early 80's Japanese copies and they often time go for $1,000 or more with the most recent one going for $995. If only I had held on to that guitar for 25 years. Curses to the likes of bands like Tears for Fears and the Smiths for making me feel like I had to soften my approach to guitar. But hell, even Bob Mould doesn't play the things anymore.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Any problem you can't solve with a good guitar, is either, unsolvable or isn't a problem.

For the hell of it the other day I started recounting the guitars I have owned and or possessed long enough to claim ownership and came to an amount just over 30. I know...sick! Mind you they all weren't Porsche quality but they were all mine. Anyone who has owned and sold, or traded up to a new guitar, or even passed one down to a younger cousin/future Hendrix will attest to the fact that it may not be yours any longer but you still miss a guitar after it's gone. Perhaps it just played better, or you saw the exact guitar you had when you were 14 blow up on Ebay for $1300, or just call it nostalgia if you will but I bet you too remember your first...or second if it "put out" better.

Anyway, I am going to make a post for all I can recount and share a little tale about each one for nostalgia's sake. I am going to try and keep them in order chronologically so you can get a feel for how important the few that remain really are. Feel free to share a story of your own guitars in the comments. It's okay, the guitar you aren't playing is residing in the closet or under the bed and it will understand.

Number 1
1965-66 Teisco Del Rey E-120

I received my first guitar before I knew I wanted to play. It was a butchered up Teisco Del Rey E-120 that was given to me by my friend Mike in the 7th or 8th grade. I don't recall if it was a sunburst like the picture below or if it was red. I would lean towards red but only because of how I saw it last. I know it was pretty jacked up and am a bit hazy as to the story of why it was a wreck when it was passed on to me. The fret board was removed by what I would speculate was a serrated butter knife and then re-glued with Elmers glue or it's equivalent. The striped anodized aluminum pick guard had also been attacked by someone with I would guess the same butter knife. Not pretty to say the least. I think the story behind it's condition had to do with a scorned wife/ex-wife but like I said I am not very clear on why it was a mess. Perhaps Michael would enlighten us if he stumbles across this posting.

I did the best a 13-14 year old boy with limited luthier's skills could do to breathe new life into the old girl. I could get it to play though I recall using a gauge of strings closer to chicken wire so naturally they tore apart my supple little fingers. Surprising to say I still play after starting on something that resembled torture. I also had nothing to plug it into so I didn't know the pick-ups worked until I moved on to my first real guitar that came with an amp.

The action was high and intonation...what's intonation? I had a copy of Hal Leonard's Incredible Chord Finder (A Complete Guide to 1116 Guitar Chords) so I could strum a few and played an even more primitive barre chord than Johnny Ramone played. Imagine The Jesus and Mary Chain playing "Smoke on the Water" and you will have an idea of how prodigious my playing was.

I believe it was fortitude in playing this cheese grater of a guitar that convinced Mom and Dad I would continue to play guitar if they got me one that led to a better guitar.

I have no photos of this first guitar but here is a picture of some other Teisco fan's Del Rey E-120.

photo from justguitars.com.au E-120 page
The E-120 in all it's Japanese glory.

When I got an amp with the new guitar that didn't feel like I was holding my fingers to a sanding belt I plugged the tattered Teisco into it. The Peavey Audition 30 crackled and I heard this horrendous buzz as the fret's sizzled. I threw the Trash-co Del Rat into the back of the closet, under the bed, into the basement or something and tried my hardest to forget about it.

Three or four years later an artist in residence at the John Michael Kohler Arts Center taught a basic guitar building class to the art students at Sheboygan North High School so I dug out that Teisco from wherever and passed it to my friend Timon.

Didn't shed a tear!

Timon turned it into a playable piece of art. He owned the crustaceous creation for several years before selling it to a girl in a band from Madison called Pentapus. Whether it is still around (interview mentioning guitar from '94) is a mystery but if the 40+ year old guitar is still swimming around out there I am sure someone is clawing to tell a fishy tale about it.

photo from Timon's flicker pool
One of a kind 1965-66 Teisco Lobster Guitar hanging on the wall at the aforementioned JMKAC in 1987.

Update!

My old friend Mike got back to me and told me this:

I had a guitar that I cannot recollect what happened to. I read your post and it reminded me of a maroon electric guitar I bought from a neighbor (a man in his 50's I believe) for $100 (amp included). It doesn't sound like it's the guitar you owned because I would have gotten rid of mine in High School. Anyway, I did take it apart because I wanted to redesign and build my own guitar. The funny thing is, I would have used things such as butter knives to pry things open, but I'm guessing it's not the same guitar. I think I still have those guitar plans (on graph paper) somewhere...

I have to admit that the picture does blur after 25 or so years so Mike may be right in speculating that this particular guitar may not be his.

Things I can attest to be undeniably true are the guitar I had was either tobacco burst or red, it was given to me before I hit high school and it was destroyed in so many aspects. Mike's comments don't solve it's origins but does confirm part of my memory of the guitar. I just might have blended his story with mine a little bit. The human mind tends to do that.

As a side note I recall being envious of my friend Lee's Gibson Explorer copy guitar because it had buttons on it that caused it to space out, echo and buzz naturally. It also looked cooler than the thrashed Teisco I was strumming upon.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

The way that we weren't is what we'll become so please pay attention while I show you some.

DEVO have a new album scheduled to come out in 2009. For now I suggest heading over to club DEVO to look at their new video for the song entitled "Don't Shoot (I'm A Man)" or click on the image below to be directed to it.


Thursday, April 09, 2009

Always be smarter than the people who hire you.

rev-e-la-tion (rev-uh-ley-shuhn)

1. the act of revealing or disclosing; disclosure.
2. something revealed or disclosed, esp. a striking disclosure, as of something not before realized.
3. Theology.
a. God's disclosure of Himself and His will to His creatures.
b. an instance of such communication or disclosure.
c. something thus communicated or disclosed.
d. something that contains such disclosure, as the Bible.

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Jazz washes away the dust of every day life

Come out, have a drink and listen to a little jazz tonight. I will be spinning bop, hard bop and a smattering of other jazz styles. Show up after 8, I will be there til late.

TiGA Bar
1465 NE Prescott

Monday, March 30, 2009

Clenching the fist spawning terror

My brother Casey reminded me this weekend of a group of guys I knew back in high school named Morbid Saint. These guys were something else. Pure Evil Metal. They only released one album on a Mexican record label but it was a force. My copy of the original Lock Up Your Children tape is long worn out and gone and the CD releases of the Spectrum of Death re-issue was pretty limited so I haven't got a copy. Catching a set of their music was like standing on the edge of a tornado, if you didn't get sucked into the vortex you were sure to get hit by debris. They may have looked like a group of ragged heshers but they made some pretty grown up noise. The highlight of their short musical outing was probably Milwaukee's Metal Fest III with it's amazing line up of Nuclear Assault, Death, Acrophet, Autopsy, Obituary and others.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Hi-Technical Excellent Taste And Flavor!

First item on the Count Grishnackh's Snack Shack menu.

My friend Shane brought me a little surprise this morning. Black Black gum!! I Can't tell you what it tastes like yet but I can share with you the ingredients: sugar, starch syrup, grape sugar, erisuritol, oolong tea extract, gingko extract, chrysanthemum flower extract, gum base, flavorings, coloring agents (cacao, gardenia), caffeine, niacinamide.

Tag line from on ad online: This product contains gelatin, packs a punch, and offers a unique 'Long Live' sensation. Get some Black Black and be a part of the new Hi-Technical universe today!

Oh yah...In Japan the Black Black commercials feature none other than Jean-Claude Van Damme performing his wild gymnastical kung foo stylings. Has so much hype ever surrounded a gum before? No!



Thursday, March 12, 2009

Count Grishnackh Will Once Again Walk Among Us

After serving 16 years of a 21 year sentence and being refused four times for parole, as recently as September 2008, Varg Vikernes is now set to be released from prison. I don't subscribe to the Black Metal activities from 20 years ago but I did and still enjoy the musical output of Vilkernes project Burzum.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

In the old west, a special kind of derision was reserved for horse thieves.

Ain't he cute?

Back in October of 2002 I had my car stolen from in front of my house on a Friday afternoon after a long day at the Mt Tabor Coffee Cellar. I napped on the couch while I think this fellow decided he needed to get across town quicker and chose to drive my beat-up old Toyota instead of more honest means.

The reason I think it was him is due to the thuggish nature of his looks and more factually due to the fact that a camera that was in the Toyota when the Portland Police recovered it had been used and left behind.

Flash forward to today...My friend Justin over at Siempre La Luna has kindly scanned 17 of the wonderful pictures developed from that camera and posted them to his Flicker photostream.

Enjoy.

By the way this is not the time my car had been stolen reported earlier on Things of the Spirit Come First.

Sunday, January 04, 2009

Friday, December 05, 2008

Zach Lickman (December 21, 1940 – December 4, 1993)

Missed it yesterday so here is a honker of a post.

Miss ya Frank.



8 December 1973 The Roxy,Los Angeles,CA

The Mothers Of Invention:
FZ--guitar, vocals
NapoleonMurphyBrock--tenor sax, vocals
George Duke--keyboards, vocals
Bruce Fowler--trombone
Ruth Underwood--percussion
Tom Fowler--bass
Ralph Humphrey--drums
Chester Thompson--drums

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

“There is nothing like soup. It is by nature eccentric: no two are ever alike, unless of course you get your soup in a can.”

~Laurie Colwin, 'Home Cooking'


Soup

Made soup tonight. started at 6:30 and finished at, well it is still simmering on the stove. Was looking forward to a bowl but the beans were not tender enough. I guess I will have it for lunch tomorrow.

Chicken stock, turkey stock (thank you Michelle), assorted beans (red, black & pinto), corn, tomatoes, roasted red peppers, jalapeño peppers, onion, garlic, red chili sauce, lemon juice, salt and pepper.

You could change the beans to garbanzo add hominy then garnish with any of the following: oregano, cabbage, radish, lettuce or avocado and you would have something close to posole I suppose although I am not so certain where to find hominy in my neighborhood.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

I didn't enjoy your ghettoblaster being destroyed, but I enjoy you living to tell about it.


About two months ago my friend Wade kicked me down an old boom box radio that didn't work. I have had the idea to put a bunch of gadgets into an old radio shell so it could be used as a stand alone music/noise maker of some kind. I also my wanted it to look as stock as possible using the radio's knobs, switches and dials to control the gadgets.

The first gadget to go into it would have to be some type of signal generator. I can easily fit it into the radio. It has only one dial and I can wire it to the radios existing antenna. Justin has built many Theremin in his life so I figured that would be the best bet. Harrison Instruments has a cheap Minimum Theremin Kit ($44) so I ordered it and have now begun the boom box project. I will keep everyone posted as the project moves forward.

The outside of the box containing the kit.


Conflicting box instructions? No, all x-rays are scans but not all scans are x-rays apparently.

Simple map that came with the kit. No instructions but it really is basically a paint by number type project. Resistor R1 goes into the PC board on top of the R1 picture printed on it. A snap.

Every component came packed in it's own zippered bag.

My favorite. Like it needed to be labeled. I guess this is a kit put together for beginners.

This isn't even the smallest part in the kit. Looks about the size of a sesame seed with a high E guitar string through it. By the way that isn't dirt under my nail it is dried blood from an unfortunate run it with a rogue cardboard box flap. Paper cuts...Weeeee!!!

A little bit of my handy work. Not so good with the soldering pen yet but give it some time. I do shake a bit so that could be the excuse for awhile.

It can also explain the R9 resistor standing at attention in this shot.

Here is where I stopped. Notice the blob of solder bridging over to the next solder point. I have no way of fixing that so off to Wade's shop I go to use the little unsolder tool thingie.

In the next installment of Minimum Theremin kit assembly I hope top have it done and testing and mounting will begin. See you then.

Nowadays you can't be loud enough!

~John Bonham

Couple of shots of the finished Monolith cab that Wade built. Tolex covering covered at siemprelaluna.com.

The full Monty.

Mud!

Dust!

I love the dirt and grime on the donor speakers. Very organic. Can't wait to hear what this thing sounds like when a matched set of speakers are loaded into it.

Shoogagoogagunga!

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.

Hi all! It seems like an eternity since I last posted a personal link. Got out the camera this weekend and went for a sunny, albeit brisk, Sunday stroll.

Point...Click!!

They are multiplying!

Great wheat paste two blocks down. More of them in the hood but I see them in passing and forget to take note. Next time.

First of a few flora pictures. Mind you these were taken Sunday, November 23. Green and flowering. Love it!

No not the first bud of spring...one of the many rose buds of winter. They grow like weeds here.

I love these types of berries. The tree is completely stripped of all leaves but it still has these vibrant yellow-orange berries.

Even better berries. It is almost too bad the leaves on this tree aren't ashy-white. Would be kinda patriotic.

Thank you Shane for the heads up on this particular plant. It is a Clerodendrum.

And I leave on a textured note. Always loved the bark on the trees in my yard growing up. Sometimes so much I brought the sappy stains from them into the house on my clothes, skin and hair.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Is that a head on your shoulders or something you use for ornamentation?

While I was making yesterdays Candy Apple Grey 180 gram vinyl post I found out about The Gang Font featuring Interloper. The Gang Font is a project involving The Bad Plus and Greg Norton from Hüsker . I knew about Grey Area, a short lived project of Mr Nortons that has not released a single track to this date, but The Gang Font is new to me.

There's only one virgin and she don't fly

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Monday, September 29, 2008

The spell you're under will slowly rob you of your virgin soul


Why is there not a band called this?

Dirty Deke and the Dunder Chiefs!


While we are at it...other bands I wish existed:

The Breakneck Speeds (Knuckle draggin' hot rod)
The Rods and Cones (Math rock)
...And You Will Find Us By The Trail Of Bread (Hipster alternative)
Chix-Eat-Dix (All girl sludge punk)
The Chelsie Clintons (Snot nosed American made Brit punk rip off)

Anybody want to add to this?

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

People who make no noise are dangerous

Come hear Scott and Hal play their favorite records from Sheboygan.

TiGA
1465 NE Prescott St
Wednesday, September 3