My very first drum machine. And I must say that I am pleased. That being said, I refuse to reveal the make, model, color, ancestry or creedo of my new found acquaintance. Nor will I reveal the year of his birth, physical shape, or texture of his knobs and sliders. Because if I do, you… Continue reading The Postman Delivered
Well I don’t know shit about anything, so that does not leave me with many options. Wait now. Wait for half a moment. I do know something. I know that I have just come up with the best song title ever. Here it comes. Driving in a Ferrari With Yngwie Malmsteen This is an all… Continue reading Write what you know.
Here in the bustling metropolis of Milwaukee, Wisconsin; mass producer of corn flavored beer and Pillow Person shaped asses, our Firemen are leaving us behind. Here is a recent conversation I had with Ace McFahey, from Appleton’s Engine 4, Ladder Truck 3.
How on God’s green earth could Randy Rhoads have been such an amazing talent, yet had the worst buzzy guitar tone? The guy meticulously triple tracked many of his solos, took classical guitar lessons while out on the road, yet applied the use of a big pedalboard that Ozzy Osbourne referred to as the “chip… Continue reading Nothing Really Matters