With singing heart, I tell you that after a year long search, I have acquired an electric 12 string. He’s a solid body, glossy black, strung Rickenbacker style, and the action is so light I can play for an hour – bar chords even! – and his name is Buzz. (The six string is Kehaar (cause it’s a Seagull, bonus points if you get the reference) and the mandolin is Edith). Buzz sounds AWESOME and I’m very lucky that Craigslist Dude was downsizing his immense guitar collection. Everything on board is super clean and all the bells and whistles work.
There are enough effects on board that I shouldn’t have to buy any additional gadgets for quite a while. I followed Jim E’s advice about buying, and played for a while with the practice amp on, and once I had some volume, I got ze shivers. I didn’t completely get into tune until I got it back to Paul’s so we could practice, and once it was completely tuned up, that was it, it’s love love love all the way down.
I left it at Paul’s ’cause he’s off today so he can mess around with it and I didn’t even let him touch it last night. Mother’s Day SOUNDS VERY VERY DIFFERENT on an electric 12 string. OMG. I suspect I will be writing more tunes.
My transition to folk rocker is occurring!
Last night I dreamed I was at outdoor SF convention and the organizers had strung EVERY KNOWN SPACESHIP MODEL, some two meters long, above the audience at the bandshell. I woke myself up going, Holy Ship! where’s my cell phone camera! and of course I was dreaming.
The TV show House came roaring back from it’s script battiness last night, and I’m very glad to see that.
Anyway, time for a shower and I’m off to work. Oh, and I got a raise. Yeah, this week’s turning out okay.
