The Sound

I bought a Les Paul Standard back in the late 90s, a cherryburst. It's a nice axe, but WAAAAYY too heavy (one of the heaviest Pauls i've ever felt), and never quite sounded that good. So I had it, but never really played it much. The thing weighs a ton.

Anyway, since I had a few extra DiMarzio Super Distortion pickups laying around, I decided to swap out the stock Gibson humbuckers and pop them in.

Jesus, that did it!!!

I couldn't believe that those pickups could make that much difference, but they do. This is the rock sound. Ace Frehley is right!!! The Super Distortions kick ass!!!

Plugged into a Marshall, or even a Peavey Bandit (see previous blog entry about that bad boy), it's the definitive Les Paul rock and roll sound. Thick, meaty, not too trebly, just perfect.

It seems that the Super Distortion is the perfect match for the Les Paul. It's like peanut butter and jelly. Cheesesteak and fried onions. Dips and lose. I mean, I don't think a Dimebucker will sound as good in a Paul as the SD. Nor EMG's like that idiot Zakk Wylde. I had EMG's decades ago, and I thought they sucked. The Gibson Dirty Fingers are good, though.

Get em loaded into your Paul and light up a joint.

The Meaning of Life is in a Bun with Chili Sauce

Here we go, it's already spring and well into the decade of lose. And so far it's been a dandy one, too. Let's see, so far:

1. My father has been diagnosed as "terminal", the radiation didn't work, and was basically sent home to die within 6 months. Give or take a few months.

2. The latest stud moved in with the ex and is now my daughters surrogate father when i'm not around. The ex is sure teaching my daugher how to be a slut very well.

3. Work sucks.

And it's only been a few months. Life begins at 50!! 50 is the new 30!! Bullshit.

I've officially dropped out. I'm done, with everything. I just don't bother anymore.
Trying to date, be happy, have interests, i'm through with it all.

About the only thing worth getting up for nowadays is a good hot dog. See the photo. In fact, i'd go so far as to conclude that I have indeed found the meaning of life. That's all the happiness there is, or ever will be. A fucking hot dog.

I can't even keep up with listening to new tunes. I've got about 5 albums haven't even sampled yet, including "Jerusalem", Stray's "Suicide", and the new Pentagram "Last Rites". Even the music doesn't provide solace or salvation anymore.