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Location: Ft. Lauderdale, Florida | Only place I can "HEAR" my self unplugged is standing in the corner of my tiled shower...
The wife and daughter think it's a bit wierd... but remember I started playing a BANJO at 50 yrs old (only 1-1/2 yrs ago)and that group is ALL wierd!!!
Tile corner seems much better than mirror and I wouldn't dream of standing in a fiberglass shower... no no not for this purist!!!
Any one have any parabolic shower designs I can try...
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Location: Yucaipa, California | .... parabolic showers? Well, this is about as close as I could find... :D
Round Showers |
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Location: NW NJ | I was leading worship at a funeral at the Jersey shore one windy afternoon. There were about 30 people standing on the beach and the wind was really blowing off the water. I had decided to use my Adamas SMT and was banging it like crazy so the crowd could even hear the music enough to sing "Great Is Thy Faithfulness". Wile we were singing it, the daughter of the deceased decided it was time to scatter the ashes in the surf. Well after the ash storm settled (blew away) the whole group of mourners, myself and the SMT were covered in her momma's ashes. Of course the ocean water mist being blown in off the surf made her momma stick to us and my SMT like glue. I think that some of her momma is still inside the the body of my Adamas! :rolleyes: |
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Location: south east Michigan | "covered in mama's ashes"
Ohhhh my-gosh. |
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Location: Upper Left USA | A situation like that could leave a sour taste in your mouth! |
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| ...who can compete with the top of mt ranier, or mama's ashes?....i won't even try...
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Location: Madison, Wisconsin | Too close to the rim of the Grand Canyon at sunrise for the wedding of my best friend. Pic's are in the members area. |
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Location: Asheville, North Carolina | WOW....some strange happenings for sure.....Well since this has evolved into some "strange guitar happenings" I had an Alvarez Yari years ago that got whacked on the top real hard and ever since had a loose brace I didn't get fixed which also put a pretty deep ding in the top as well. After that the player of the guitar would always hear a distinct buzz especially on certain heavy fingerstyle plucking. Ayway I loaned the guitar to my brother who used it for a few solo songs at his church during an hour long program. He said while he was playing and in place waiting to play he noticed the sunlight coming through a stained glass window as he sat and played.The sunlight shown down onto the top of the guitar with all the beauty of the heavens. He could feel the sunlight warming on the guitar he said and was worried, but couldn't move. After he played the last song he noticed the buzz was gone. When he returned the guitar a few weeks later to me and explained, he was convinced it was devine intervention? Or....could the heat have softened up and reglued the brace...? |
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Location: puerto vallarta, mexico | the night started playing on trafalgar square in june 1967 after eating a strange sugar cube. my 21st birthday. i think some of what i remember really happened. london was hippening in 67. |
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Location: Las Cruces, NM | What a great bunch of super strange experiences!! No need to declare a winner, the winner is all of us who get to hear about these playing stories at interesting places. The "ashes" has a certain chill to it or maybe an adventure for the ashes previous incarnation, being hauled off by a guitar picker at a fun beach party. Russ, as usual, has a story we all might have liked to have experienced.
Playing music has a tendency to get us all into strange places.
Muddy Lemon Davis Bailey (did a short stint as the national band for the American Independent Party, we played bluegrass for a rally for a friend of ours in San Diego, and was introduced on a TV shot as their national band) |
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Location: Corvallis, OR | In about 1985, I played for tips in San Diego coffee houses. After I moved away , I lost contact with the area for about two years. But when I returned for a visit, I called one of the coffee houses, and asked the manager about performing again for one night. He seemed enthusiastic and so I showed up at nine that night, walked in thru the back door as I had always done, went right on stage and started my set.
As many of you know, when you first walk on stage it is hard to see the audience , because the stage lights are aimed right at you. So I started my set, and after maybe three or four minutes, my eyes gradualy adapted to the spotlights, and I started to make out the audience.
As I talked sang and played, my eyes gradually made out the first row of tables, and I noticed that several of the women seated at the tables had rather boney knees. Then I noticed that they had rather muscular looking calves. Then I noticed that they had some pretty extreme (gaudy) makeup on.
About halfway thru my set, I had the very disturbing feeling that the audience was not anything like what I was used to. And my suspicions were confirmed when I finally left the stage and walked over to put my guitar in it's case and leave. The manager verified what I suspected. This coffee house had changed to a gay hang-out in my absence, and that night was cross-dresser night.
And even tho several people complimented my music, I have blocked the whole thing out from my memory, 'till this post revived it. |
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