Mercenaries

Rob Deluca. No no no no no. Rob is to be Pete's replacement. I think the announcement is going to be made tomorrow. He's nothing more than a mercenary - holds his own musically but contributes very little else. And that's what they want in a way. They can't replace Pete and it's just temporary (hopefully). Rob used to work with Sab, and if after dealing with that kind of histrionics he should be able to weather Mogg.

God help us all.

Here we go again

Add another one to the collection. A Standard this time. Black with cream binding. The action needs to be lowered and the intonation is a bit off, but it's got good structure. Alnico pickups. Might change them out, haven't hooked it up to an amp yet.

So in one week, I've gotten a Standard, a Strat, and the 1275. I think I need to stop talking to George Gruhn. At this rate I'll have no room left for sleeping. The 1275's already claimed the left half of the bed. The PRS has been relegated to the sofa.

Tomorrow is sure to be hell on earth, then I get a bit of a breather for a week. Dexter is going away to vacation - he's saying it's an educational conference suddenly, but hey, if he wants to lie to everyone that's his own business. He should be like the rest of us and have his drugs sent via FedEx.

William found my CD of Pete's stuff. He says he likes it. Interesting. He knocks Phil's lyric abilities but I caught him moving to a few of the tunes. 'Cherry' in particular. He caught right on to what that one was about. No surprise. Still trying to keep them seperate. What happens on the road stays on the road.

The Standard! With William. He's actually been quite lovable today. Probably 'cos he's all guitared out. Guitarded. I should glue his shoes together.



Out the back window. Couldn't see out the window 'cos it's all still iced over. The city is almost pretty when the clean ice and snow covers up all the shite.



Have to go pick up Guitarded at the bar. Wish me luck tomorrow.