Hi there everyone,
I have been conversing with Dan at the Ernie Ball customer
service department, he asked me to tell you this story.
Well I'm down here on the west coast of Florida, living on a beautiful little sloop
rigged sailing boat. On the water you become more sensitive, more aware of what's
going on around you. The water is telling you something all the time by the way it
moves, the sounds it makes. Much as your fingers do after playing guitar for a while,
you don't have to think about it any longer, it becomes an expression, an extension of
yourself.
One morning around eight I'm up and about, ready to leave my home afloat to go
to a project I'm involved in. A heavy spring tide is running out of the bay through the
pass into the Gulf of Mexico. The boat, she is tied-up in a small marina close to the
pass so the currant can be strong at times. As I step off the boat onto the finger pier
that leads to the dock it is a habit to check the state of the water, somehow it is never
the same twice. Looking strait down to see how the clarity is then to the middle
distance to see how the wind is working on the water.
As I walk away something catches my eye. I stop, I
decide to wait to see what this unfamiliar object could be. I can not make out what it
is. It is moving pretty fast and heading strait for me. Whatever it is it is just under the
surface, just a little water is lapping over it. It's getting closer, no, how can it be, I
have found some interesting flotsam & jetsam in the last ten years on the water but
an electric guitar ! I grab the boat hook just in time, looking down the water about
four feet beneath the dock I see the guitar has a strap on it, so fishing it out is easy.
Hard to say how long she's been in the water. I dry her out when I get home, clean
off the rust stains, she really is not to bad I think. I get some strings and head to the
guitar shop to see if they will plug her in. I have to explain the story twice and then
Lee takes a good look at my eye's. I suppose he see's something, he's off down the
store, plugs in the guitar and, what a lovely sound ! Kin el ! she's working !
A couple of lumpy frets and a little soldering over the last year or two. Things
are getting intermittent though. Hence my visit to the web site and here.
I'll get some pictures for you, as soon as I figure it out, not that hot on the
keys. Beth, M900 is a model designation for a Ducati Monster Motorcycle. Kin amazin
bike. Sorry for the wait I lost the wireless and have had to write this twice.
You must thank Dan for the story, he bribed me with the promise of a bag of swag
to write it.
Is Dan known for bribery ? What's in his swag bag ?
I have been conversing with Dan at the Ernie Ball customer
service department, he asked me to tell you this story.
Well I'm down here on the west coast of Florida, living on a beautiful little sloop
rigged sailing boat. On the water you become more sensitive, more aware of what's
going on around you. The water is telling you something all the time by the way it
moves, the sounds it makes. Much as your fingers do after playing guitar for a while,
you don't have to think about it any longer, it becomes an expression, an extension of
yourself.
One morning around eight I'm up and about, ready to leave my home afloat to go
to a project I'm involved in. A heavy spring tide is running out of the bay through the
pass into the Gulf of Mexico. The boat, she is tied-up in a small marina close to the
pass so the currant can be strong at times. As I step off the boat onto the finger pier
that leads to the dock it is a habit to check the state of the water, somehow it is never
the same twice. Looking strait down to see how the clarity is then to the middle
distance to see how the wind is working on the water.
As I walk away something catches my eye. I stop, I
decide to wait to see what this unfamiliar object could be. I can not make out what it
is. It is moving pretty fast and heading strait for me. Whatever it is it is just under the
surface, just a little water is lapping over it. It's getting closer, no, how can it be, I
have found some interesting flotsam & jetsam in the last ten years on the water but
an electric guitar ! I grab the boat hook just in time, looking down the water about
four feet beneath the dock I see the guitar has a strap on it, so fishing it out is easy.
Hard to say how long she's been in the water. I dry her out when I get home, clean
off the rust stains, she really is not to bad I think. I get some strings and head to the
guitar shop to see if they will plug her in. I have to explain the story twice and then
Lee takes a good look at my eye's. I suppose he see's something, he's off down the
store, plugs in the guitar and, what a lovely sound ! Kin el ! she's working !
A couple of lumpy frets and a little soldering over the last year or two. Things
are getting intermittent though. Hence my visit to the web site and here.
I'll get some pictures for you, as soon as I figure it out, not that hot on the
keys. Beth, M900 is a model designation for a Ducati Monster Motorcycle. Kin amazin
bike. Sorry for the wait I lost the wireless and have had to write this twice.
You must thank Dan for the story, he bribed me with the promise of a bag of swag
to write it.
Is Dan known for bribery ? What's in his swag bag ?
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