Further to the Flamed Explorer...
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Re: Further to the Flamed Explorer...
My first, and lets hope only, accident.
I was saving some tabs from a site and I saw something that interrested me, picked up the guitar, a 3 month old Yamaha APX-5 and proceded to play the song.
Now, you must know that my computer desk is an old closet that was converted into a desk, it has a metal table with some sharp corners where my keyboard in inlaid, and I needed it out to work the computer.
So here's the thing, my mother calls me for some reason and I tell her I'll be there in a second but I guess she didn't hear it, so while screaming I'M COMING I jerk my arm and the head of my pride and joy hits the SHARP METAL CORNER... I was devasted and I hadn't even looked at it yet as I let out a scream that made my mother come to me, thinking I had somehow hurt myself.
When I looked at it I was pretty down, a few hours later I realised... "Ah the heck wiith it, its a small chip (not even 1 square cm between the E and A tuners) in the veneer (It has a 2 piece neck, the head is the 2nd part). Its my first battle scar."
But I learned my lesson. I was already pretty cautious with instruments, from there on them I became positively paranoid.
My first, and lets hope only, accident.
I was saving some tabs from a site and I saw something that interrested me, picked up the guitar, a 3 month old Yamaha APX-5 and proceded to play the song.
Now, you must know that my computer desk is an old closet that was converted into a desk, it has a metal table with some sharp corners where my keyboard in inlaid, and I needed it out to work the computer.
So here's the thing, my mother calls me for some reason and I tell her I'll be there in a second but I guess she didn't hear it, so while screaming I'M COMING I jerk my arm and the head of my pride and joy hits the SHARP METAL CORNER... I was devasted and I hadn't even looked at it yet as I let out a scream that made my mother come to me, thinking I had somehow hurt myself.
When I looked at it I was pretty down, a few hours later I realised... "Ah the heck wiith it, its a small chip (not even 1 square cm between the E and A tuners) in the veneer (It has a 2 piece neck, the head is the 2nd part). Its my first battle scar."
But I learned my lesson. I was already pretty cautious with instruments, from there on them I became positively paranoid.
Dankerella
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Re: Further to the Flamed Explorer...
I used paint thinner and stripped the laquer off the neck of my Music Man Sabre I - you can't find that guitar anywhere hardly. Dumb...
I used paint thinner and stripped the laquer off the neck of my Music Man Sabre I - you can't find that guitar anywhere hardly. Dumb...
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Re: Further to the Flamed Explorer...
Haven't done anything really stupid... But I remeber when the shoulder strip came loose from the back of my Jackson JS-30 (reverse headstock) and well, as the guitar fell the pointy reverse headstock came upwards and hit me in the face. :laugh2:
Haven't done anything really stupid... But I remeber when the shoulder strip came loose from the back of my Jackson JS-30 (reverse headstock) and well, as the guitar fell the pointy reverse headstock came upwards and hit me in the face. :laugh2:
Rich_T
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Re: Further to the Flamed Explorer...
Oh man, where to begin?
I have a ceiling story too. I was playing a gig at school about 4 years ago, we hit the final note of our triumphant performance which floored my whole yeargrop. I was no longer the loser kid with long hair, I was the school guitar prodigy (in my mind at least). As I hit the final low E5 powerchord, I lifted the guitar aloft, to do a trendy pose. SMASH!!! it went straight through the polystyrene roof tiles that are standard issue in all schools, bringing four tiles and a load of dust tumbling onto my head. That cost me 40 quid in bills from the school, and a seriously dented pride.
About 2 years later, my band was on the local club circuit, playing a place called 'Peppers'. There wasn't much of a stage to speak of, the monitors basically mapped out where we should be stood. Of course, me being me, I needed a bigger stage, and monitors are for girls anyway. So I took to the bit of floor in front of the monitors for an improvised solo, which actually went pretty well for me. All until the last bar, where I jumped in the air, not realising my lead had got caught under the monitors. Needlest to say, I didnt get far off the ground before the lead snagged, and ripped the jack socket clean off my old Epiphone Special II. That was about £30 in repairs, and yet another dent to my recovering ego.
This is another 'Peppers' story, about 2 months later. This time I stayed on the stage, we had a bit of a following at this point, and some people were right up against the monitors infront of me. There was a lot of pushing and shoving going on, and this really big guy falls over the monitor infront of me. On his way to his date with the floor, he grabs my guitar (the ill fated Epiphone again) to try and stop himself from falling, needless to say, there was no way my Plywood guitar and weedy frame could support this bulk of a man, so we both ended up on the floor in a tangle of limbs, wires and guitar strings. I finally get up, go for the next chord and find the headstock dangling by my knees. So that was the end of that performance, and that guitar.
Oh man, where to begin?
I have a ceiling story too. I was playing a gig at school about 4 years ago, we hit the final note of our triumphant performance which floored my whole yeargrop. I was no longer the loser kid with long hair, I was the school guitar prodigy (in my mind at least). As I hit the final low E5 powerchord, I lifted the guitar aloft, to do a trendy pose. SMASH!!! it went straight through the polystyrene roof tiles that are standard issue in all schools, bringing four tiles and a load of dust tumbling onto my head. That cost me 40 quid in bills from the school, and a seriously dented pride.
About 2 years later, my band was on the local club circuit, playing a place called 'Peppers'. There wasn't much of a stage to speak of, the monitors basically mapped out where we should be stood. Of course, me being me, I needed a bigger stage, and monitors are for girls anyway. So I took to the bit of floor in front of the monitors for an improvised solo, which actually went pretty well for me. All until the last bar, where I jumped in the air, not realising my lead had got caught under the monitors. Needlest to say, I didnt get far off the ground before the lead snagged, and ripped the jack socket clean off my old Epiphone Special II. That was about £30 in repairs, and yet another dent to my recovering ego.
This is another 'Peppers' story, about 2 months later. This time I stayed on the stage, we had a bit of a following at this point, and some people were right up against the monitors infront of me. There was a lot of pushing and shoving going on, and this really big guy falls over the monitor infront of me. On his way to his date with the floor, he grabs my guitar (the ill fated Epiphone again) to try and stop himself from falling, needless to say, there was no way my Plywood guitar and weedy frame could support this bulk of a man, so we both ended up on the floor in a tangle of limbs, wires and guitar strings. I finally get up, go for the next chord and find the headstock dangling by my knees. So that was the end of that performance, and that guitar.