So..... new to the forum world. See thread "A Midwest Mother for Liberty". She said I needed to join. So I did. Already stuck my nose in a battery - music - guitar - amp issue elsewhere on this intro. Wow, I must be "cool" in my kids eyes now. jejstover just laughs. Guess I'll have some fun here... If it wasn't so bloody cold in the garage, I'd go build another amplifier. BigD
Thanks to you all for the welcome - Psychedelica... I remain nostalgic! Hari... "Musician" implies I know # from b. I like music, and I try real hard to play a six string. I love making tube amps that can cause ear damage, or, be oh-so sweet and clean, AND to hear others express themselves through my handiwork. What a rush. Cherri... Cool beads!
Big D ... you short change yourself ... you DO know how to play that 6 string! But if you want to be as good as "Swamp", you better start practicing now - cause when your "Big D Amps" business takes off, you may not have the time. ;-) jejstover
Hey there BigD, Are you from Dallas, I lived there for 10 years....Welcome to The Hip Forums, it's a great place to hang out & you'll meet some real groovy people here too....Dave
Hey there BigD....Welcome to The Hip Forums, it's a great place to hang out & you'll meet some real groovy people here too....Dave
Hey there BigD, I've played guitar for over 30 years....Welcome to The Hip Forums, it's a great place to hang out & you'll meet some real groovy people here too....Dave
D.D.R. Been playin since I bought my first Epiphone FT-120 (at 16 yrs old - still have it). Lived near Dallas when I was bout 12, but Sulphur Springs was close as I got. Thanks for the welcome. Don
A woman named Jill stood up at her church's Testimony Meeting, or as some churches call it, "Cry Sunday", one Sunday morning, took the microphone from one of the church ushers, and bared her soul to the enrapt congregation: "I want to tell you about the awful accident that my husband, Jim, has suffered this past month. He was riding his bike, lost control, ran off the highway and hit a tree. He was rushed to the hospital, and could have died, but thank the Lord, all he suffered was a broken scrotum." The congregation gasped in horror. The men in the congregation were obviously uneasy and writhed in their seats. "Jim has been in terrible pain all month since the accident. He has trouble breathing. He has trouble swallowing his food. He can hardly lift anything, he's in so much pain, and he has missed work because of it. He can't lift our children up to hold them and give them the personal love that they need. Worst of all, we can no longer cuddle and have intimate relations. He is in constant pain, a pain so terrible that our love life has all but slipped away into oblivion. I would like to ask you all in the congregation to pray for Jim, and pray for us, that his broken scrotum will soon heal and be as good as new." A dull murmur erupted within the congregation as the full impact of this terrible accident sunk in, and the men in the congregation were visibly shaken up with the thought that, "there but for the grace of God go I." Then, as the murmuring settled down, a lone figure stood up in midst of the congregation, worked his way up to the pulpit, obviously in pain, adjusted the microphone to his liking, then leaned over and said to the congregation: "My name is Jim, and I have only one word for my wife, Jill. That word is: STERNUM
