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My one run-in with David Cassidy didn't go too well, either. A few years back he wrote a tell-all book called "C'mon, Get Happy" and me and a buddy went to the book signing when he was in D.C. I was quite the P-family fan when I was a little shaver; I humbly admit I even saw Cassidy and Shirley Jones play the Fox Theater in San Diego in 1971, my first concert. Anyhoo, I get up to the signing table, and I say to Cassidy (who is a tiny guy, btw) in obvious jest: "Your music saved me. I had cancer, but listening to the Partridge Family made my leg grow back.".... ..... ..... Cassidy, who is obviously used to being fawned over, drops his jaw and starts stammering at me. The dipshit appeared to be considering if I was serious or not. I am smirking like the idiot I am, but you could see him trying to figure out whether to be flattered, humbled, grateful, or who knows what. He signs my book, and suddenly, he figures out I am just fucking with him. As I am walking away, he calls out at me, "Hey Buddy, I hope you and your family never know the pain of that illness. May you be happy and healthy!" He did not say this with a smile. Sidenote: "I Think I Love You" is a great song to know for karaoke. Chicks dig it.

They didn't fade away, actually. Shad Hills changed the name to Stereo 360, and they put out a great CD in 2002 called Enjoy Your Lfe Poolside (http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/stereo360 has some samples) Every song on that CD is fantastic. Here is the one video they did: The first time I met Pam and the Cheap Chick gals, they were opening for Stereo 360 at Spaceland in LA. These guys should have been huge, and their music is just like many of the guitar-pop bands mentioned on this thread that somehow just didn't make it. How "Jimmy eat World" cracked the big time and these guys didn't is a travesty. Shad is a brilliant songwriter and has had many bites at the "big time" apple, but his reputation in the business has been weathered a little bit.

He reads both boards often, Greg. With "access". Here comes October....

He carries them in a breifcase made of human skulls, which is always handcuffed to his wrist.

Peter Fung is a well known Hamer collector who posts on this message board. He is really a nice guy, but everyone likes to make jokes about him. Peter's Hamer collection is extensive and filled with some of the coolest rare models that the company ever produced, many of them "one-offs" constructed for various rock icons of the day. It was rumored for years that he had built a time machine so he could go back and snag them all. Of course, this security video snapshot seemed to refute his denials of that absurd accusation. Look closely, and you can see the gun in his hand, as well as a terrified Sherman entering revealing coordinates into the Wayback machine's computer. Peter is an elusive fellow. The exploits of SNL's "Bill Brasky" were copied right out of Peter's bio, and many of those things you hear on the internet about Chuck Norris' superpowers are actual Fung characteristics.

Didn't Graham Bonnet sing on Michael Schenker's first LP, then get kicked out, then come back to do his 3rd LP and live album? That dude has been bounced all over the place. Isn't he also singing for Deep Purple's "Perfect Strangers"? The drums are recorded GREAT on that LP.

Wow, moved to the main board! How often does THAT happen? I wasn't making fun of alpep, I swear!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jKDk-mg1J9Q

If your band is gonna hang around this long, it's probably not a good idea to have one of the significant songs from your early catalog include the line, "Hope I die before I get old".

Yup. This is the civil war of topics. Carry on!

...and those two different situations would be whether I am buying or I am selling. This is the greatest thread ever to appear on this messageboard. Irony so thick you could get lost in it.

http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQsassZ100mph3QQhtZ-1 His name is 100mph3 Sorry, my bad. Check out his rating.....

See, my new thing is to use the guitar as a defensive mechanism when the crowd begins to assess my lack of ability. It used to be that I could use the thing as a vegetable shield, but now I realize I can blind them, too, while I take evasive actions until the end of the set. Sort of like the chaff that attack aircraft use as countermeasures after they've engaged the enemy.

TWO knobs? And a SWITCH? Did you go to MIT or something?

Body is from a guy on eBay that does them in his home shop...his handle is "100mph". Highly recommend his work. Pro job at a fraction of the Warmoth price. The paint is rainbow micro metalflake. Looks blue in the pictures, but I think that's because the camera just can't handle the insanity of the pimpsuit explosion when the light hits it. When I took it outside the shop to see it in the sunlight, 2 rescue helicopters zoomed in, and a search party emerged out of nowhere, looking for some retarded boyscout that had wandered away from a jamboree out in El Cajon. PUs are a JB & and OBL. One knob, push-pull. Fred Marotta at the Repair Zone in San Diego did the build for me....his paint guy specializes in metalic finishes. These guys really know their shit, too. They do stuff for major touring acts, guitars by the dozens. The jack is on the side. The setup is liquid. Plays like the shredder it is meant to be. You'd think the neck is scalloped, it's so damn touch sensitive. Can't wait for my next jazz improvision open-mike night.

Used to be a Diablo. But I like shiny things.

And then there's Mod....

Knock it off, Poe.....you aren't going to get my Adobe cranking just to blast you for that comment, lol. I don't have a problem with MCC or Brooks. I like them both, and hope we can hang out one of these days.

LOL! That's the funniest thing you've posted yet! Actually, there was a photoshop that I did that was directed at one of Pam's over-eager fans, but only a few people (including Pam) know about it. I didn't post it on here because I like the guy, and I didn't want to hurt his feelings. But I couldn't resist goofing on him privately! I'm a dick like that. This trip down memory lane has been fun, but I now have Irish Alzheimer's. I only remember the grudges. Maybe I should post this on the "Not getting any younger" thread.

pAnZy provided those "every opportunities" that had me hammering away at him. Almost all my jabs were responses to a thread or a post that he initiated. He actually came on here once and said he and his band were writing a song about what an asshole I am, and I simply answered that I was doing the same....and I just whipped up those lyrics on the spot. I am surprised no one mentioned Buzzy Fret's fabulous Photoshop work about the thread that wouldn't end, and was seen floating out in space. That guy has real Adobe skills, not this half-assed guerilla cut&paste crap that I do. By the way, it's not that I need someone to be angry at, but there are some characters here that just provide a natural muse. Poe was always fun...I forgot that I broke his balls more than just about anybody. As for SirDouglas, the only cut&pasting I want to do is to his face, for getting mixed up in something that is none of his business. But I see he is running away to Japan now to avoid having to meet me in person at next NAMM, where he has promised to throw my 235 pound body off a balcony... Anyway.... good times, good times. Edited to add: The towel was just a response to the silly amount of male attention that Pam's appearance garnered back in the day, and was not directed at anyone specifically.

Joe Member since 6-19-02 760 posts, 17 feedbacks, 23 points04-01-04, 01:13 PM (CST) "An open message to The Hamer Fan Club" Good morrow, lords and ladies! From our sweet communion torn, I alight again, the transplanted willow, head bowed yet unbroken in spirit. I rejoin thy coterie, this inner sanctum of Hamer lovers, as our noble Liege, Ted Martin, hath endeared my return. It is therefore with the blended emotions of regret and diffidence, that I offer to the indulgent, the candid, and the feeling of heart, to the newbies, who know me not and yet struggle to remedy their plebian clueless-ness, as questions go unanswered whilst loud tempests o’er thy messageboard roar. My hiatus hath renewed my bosom; the quietude of the my extravagant studio hath given me new direction, lords. Around my lyre so rich a wreath is wove. The bard hath been summoned, and every Muse endear'd, my lords. Angels cry bitter-sweetly upon my fretboard; As soon as fleeting time permits these MP3s to be loaded up, I vow that the harp of Æolus shall entrance thine ear. I have quickened my dream of transposing the tome of his beautitide, Steve Stevens, to my trusty Virtuoso, now in harpsichord tuning, which doth require several partial capos adjoined at varying scale lengths, as well as substantial pitch shifting that can be solely replicated accurately via flawless touch and a hundred thousand dollars of various and sundry rackmount gear. The interval had not entirely been bestowed in holding council with bitter confederates; I hath found leisure to decorate my guitars with myriad images of the Spidered-man, a homage to his glory and a tribute, tho humble, to my flawless technique. To those with pensive brow I would warrant, hear not the night-bird’s song?., for I am a changed spirit. Let Memory be denied sad review! From whence thy petty flamewars, I dare not entwine; Forebear! AH ! who can paint like me these lovely scenes? Can witching Fancy in her wildest dreams depict the visions of the feeling heart? To the newbies whom have alit in my exile; Pray hear not these flowers that all uncultured grew! To They who are ragged and unkempt, and to those revolting jack-a-dandies, I advise that your tempest winds are for nought! Thy Zephyrs may no longer agitate mine leaves! Of that I am fully convinced, whether you are or not. My heart spillith o?er with the milk of human kindness; I have found new wine and dare’th share with thou the temptations of ecstasy now rendered mountable by a mind opened to ?The Forbidden?. The HFC calls to me as does the sauciest chambermaid; Though her (or his, naughty ones) lips condemn my advance, the body betrays intentions by invitation of each thrusting advance, sans pare;. HFC brethren! Glory waves her laurels o'er us on this day! Celebrate this coming of Spring! The one thou hast anointed ?Spidey? hath returned! Damn shame for that kid, I was that cute once too, now look at me. Enjoy it while you can.

Or has time re-written every line?

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

For the way we were ....

Smiles we gave to one another ...