SavageArt
Member
Well, here I am.
I am a casual player who used to sing in a band a long....long time ago during the early years of the Los Angeles hardcore scene, and while I was mainly a screamer I wrote our songs out while banging away on a guitar. I spend my days crafting tattoos at my studio in Colorado Springs, Colorado (see profile pic) and I have a wife who enables my G.A.S.
This is weird. I mean weird. I have not considered myself a forum kinda guy... I have owned an arsenal of great guitars, but I am not much for sharing...ya know?
But anyhoo... I just bought my first SG (after a crap-ton of years convincing myself that I was a STRATOCASTER devotee). Mainly I think it was because you could use a STRAT as a weapon against unruly and overly aggressive audience members (with minimal chance of turning it into fire-wood) then get down to business finishing a song.
But then... oh... but then.
Look, I have never had a problem with SG's... I grew up on Sabbath, AC/DC, Santana, the doors and etc. so I knew they could belt it out... but maybe they were TOO ICONIC. If you had one, you kinda stood out a little bit... I just wanted to disappear while playing and let the music stand out instead of looking like I was conjuring the devil onstage.
But then.... oh... but then.
So I was cruisin' around the web and found this thing called craigslist ( maybe you've heard 'bout it) and saw a warm brown devil shaped-git-fiddle with moon inlays sunk deep into an ebony fretboard.
I adore Iommi... always have... always will.
So I felt it. played it. threw money at the guy who didn't love her enough... took 'er for a ride and soon discovered that I am not really a STRAT kinda guy after all. (thirty years of pure Leo devotion, folks)
Now I want to share. Hell, I want to talk about it. I mean I want to get together with some sludge minded people and fuzz out, start a band of middle aged guys or gals and protest and celebrate and frighten anyone who cares to listen to us.
Man... the SG has brought up some deep feelings I thought I left behind in Los Angeles when I decided to grow up and get-uh-job.
Any-ways... I searched, I lurked, I like you guys and I am seeing if I can join up with you. I feel oddly... at home.
yeah, yeah, yeah... pics will follow... you can't just turn of the G.A.S. now can ya?
I am a casual player who used to sing in a band a long....long time ago during the early years of the Los Angeles hardcore scene, and while I was mainly a screamer I wrote our songs out while banging away on a guitar. I spend my days crafting tattoos at my studio in Colorado Springs, Colorado (see profile pic) and I have a wife who enables my G.A.S.
This is weird. I mean weird. I have not considered myself a forum kinda guy... I have owned an arsenal of great guitars, but I am not much for sharing...ya know?
But anyhoo... I just bought my first SG (after a crap-ton of years convincing myself that I was a STRATOCASTER devotee). Mainly I think it was because you could use a STRAT as a weapon against unruly and overly aggressive audience members (with minimal chance of turning it into fire-wood) then get down to business finishing a song.
But then... oh... but then.
Look, I have never had a problem with SG's... I grew up on Sabbath, AC/DC, Santana, the doors and etc. so I knew they could belt it out... but maybe they were TOO ICONIC. If you had one, you kinda stood out a little bit... I just wanted to disappear while playing and let the music stand out instead of looking like I was conjuring the devil onstage.
But then.... oh... but then.
So I was cruisin' around the web and found this thing called craigslist ( maybe you've heard 'bout it) and saw a warm brown devil shaped-git-fiddle with moon inlays sunk deep into an ebony fretboard.
I adore Iommi... always have... always will.
So I felt it. played it. threw money at the guy who didn't love her enough... took 'er for a ride and soon discovered that I am not really a STRAT kinda guy after all. (thirty years of pure Leo devotion, folks)
Now I want to share. Hell, I want to talk about it. I mean I want to get together with some sludge minded people and fuzz out, start a band of middle aged guys or gals and protest and celebrate and frighten anyone who cares to listen to us.
Man... the SG has brought up some deep feelings I thought I left behind in Los Angeles when I decided to grow up and get-uh-job.
Any-ways... I searched, I lurked, I like you guys and I am seeing if I can join up with you. I feel oddly... at home.
yeah, yeah, yeah... pics will follow... you can't just turn of the G.A.S. now can ya?