Thursday, March 31, 2016
When you own a camera you are never alone. When you use a camera you capture another world. When you look through the lens of a camera you see what you really see. A camera captures a moment you can't remember. A camera captures a sight you didn't quite see. A camera changes your view. A camera exposes. I tend to use my phone because I'm lazy.
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Monday, March 28, 2016
Making slow but steady progress, currently suffering from some uneven sanding, pyro and staining but the main ironmongery has been chosen, single Seymour Duncan JBH with coil tap and nothing much more. Hence the (stretching things a bit) lone wolf name.
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Saturday, March 26, 2016
Strangely the stars and planets aligned today and allowed DAFC to win the Championship due a) them winning and b) their nearest rivals losing, and it happened in March with many games still to play and even more strangely I was there and saw it happen, first hand. Seeing things first hand is pretty important, you are a witness, part of history and you have a testimony should you ever be asked to share it. If only other things in the wider world were as simple, turns out they are not (you'd never guess). They demand some judgement, perspective, belief (or unbelief) and the ability to see that truth can have many multiplied versions of itself, most of which don't really make any sense at all. This article has been bouncing around on FBook for a while, John Pilger is the author, it sets more questions (in the reader) than it answers and answers questions that you don't really want answered but not necessarily answers anything with the correct (?) answers. Sometimes you just want to forget the world and live some kind of off-line life.
Friday, March 25, 2016
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
|The pie in question, rather tasty.|
|Single coil in the soup.|
|Hard to make out but this is a Tele bridge pickup.|
|The backside of a Humbucker gets a hot bath.|
Mainly a stay at home working on other things kind of day and I ate a rather nice pie. Most of the afternoon was spent dipping guitar pickups in hot wax to reduce noise; unwanted and unpleasant noise that is. The devices are simply dipped into hot wax for about ten minutes, this fills all the coil and internal spaces with wax and quietens them down and stops the microphone effect. It's known as "potting" pickups. Then it was a busy period with the Dremel and Black and Decker doing some furious sanding outside on the various "reject" guitar bodies I'm working on, now they're all a bit smoother and usable. Then I coated the inner cavities with anti conducting paint just to top them off. The whole assembly process has yet to happen for these pieces but I'm trying to meet my own KPIs, one of which is that the guitars I produce should work properly. Obvious you may think but not every guitar works like it should.
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Having not posted anything for couple of days I feel like should post something, probably just some trivial rubbish as usual. Well that's how I felt until I heard the news today (oh boy), somehow I'm just not in the right place and some of my fellow humans completely puzzle and disgust me.
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Apparently it's officially Spring, a moment I may well have missed, however it's been captured here in the quiet suburbs both in the morning and the evening by Mrs A G. So we've arrived and the tropics are on the move once more. I did notice a few little lambs out in the fields so there's further proof. There was a high presence of obvious townie types out there by Loch Lomond, shirtless and standing by smoking BBQ pyres. Bikers weaved in and out of the traffic in an irritable line of bright lights and electric green. Cars formed long queues desperate to find the next coffee stop and a clean toilet. The geese, formerly assumed to be flying south seemed to be all other place and flying in random concentric circles presumably looking for a clear picnic area. In the bushes fresh litter gleamed as I measured the length of the traffic jam by Rolling Stones tracks listened to, a full nine from Exile on Main Street.
Friday, March 18, 2016
This is where you sit when you're awaiting the clerk that pulls together all your lifetime information and grants you a bus pass. Once you reach 60 years of age you get to travel on buses for free, anytime anywhere (unless I've missed something in the small print). You also get to ride all the trains in Fife for 50p or £1.00, if you want to get back to where you started which should still be in Fife. No wonder this country is bankrupt, corrupt, in austerity, there's nothing but charity and wishy washy coffee shops in the high streets and the pop charts are filled with crap. Anyway, they granted me a bus pass, feels like I've won some kind of weird medal for doing nothing really special.
Mock ups x 2.
Thursday, March 17, 2016
|I just like these old posters.|
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
No work today so killing the time day dreaming and attempting to recover from a stinking cold. There can be no better remedy than getting some pungent wood burning fumes up into your nose and sinus cavities from a little guitar based pyromania. I'm not so sure that many medical professionals would recommend this as a method of treatment but it seems to hold back some symptoms and I'm none the worse...cough! I'll regret this in twenty five years time when I'm in the middle of some legal wrangle over compensation for self induced suffering. Please note this guitar body has yet to be sanded, finished, oiled etc. etc.
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
There are not enough Chinese people to fill the many cities they have built. So they sit there, empty and clearly in the wrong place. I have to admire the strange and unrealistic optimism. If you build it you may well find that they just don't bother coming. Of course the beautiful part of this is that you have at least built something even if it is ugly. Some day their day will come.
Monday, March 14, 2016
Sunday, March 13, 2016
With influential friends like these: Trust Uncle Frank to get it right. Trouble is that he's dead and all these other people are mostly alive or at least appear to be. Oh and his house is now up for sale for about $6m Dollars or thereabouts.
Sad to see that Keith Emerson took his life. ELP were always a love/hate outfit and over time I failed miserably to stay with them; too much keyboards and not enough guitar (and expensive rugs and daft ideas), pretty obvious for somebody like me but I retained a soft spot for their first album. A must have for most kids in my year at secondary school... one of these days I'll rediscover it along with my hearing.
Friday, March 11, 2016
Above: The cat from down the street rolling about on top of our cupboard without a care in the world. He's been there most of the day, dozing and watching. He really doesn't give a flying fig. Eventually we persuaded him to leave and head back home to where he belongs (something he's not clear about). This was not easy requiring a number of special tools and devices, patience and cunning on our part. I'm glad to say that no animals were injured in the creation of this blog post.
Many years ago I was invited to a religious meeting in St Hellier Jersey where I was told "my third eye could be opened". I felt a bit queasy at the thought but went along to the meeting, of course nothing really happened apart from an Asian gentleman playing a harmonium and chanting. It was a bit like a Nico gig in some ways. I saw this photo on Fuzzbook the other day and the memories came flooding back...well slowly returned and they were all rather blurry.
Thursday, March 10, 2016
By some clever calculation and devious deduction I've realised that I may only have somewhere between 14.5 and 11.5 working days left in my current employment. I'm suffering a kind of "ground rush". Something I'd heard of but was unlikely to experience as I've managed to spend all of my life quite successfully avoiding parachute jumping. Alas there are other more subtle forms of ground rush it appears. Things appearing larger in the mirror than they seem to be and so on. No need to panic or be morbid or desperate about it, once this current state of employment is over I'll simply find another. Maybe better, maybe self employment or just open for general business. That is how I believe it works and so the world turns every day and twice a year the clocks change for no good reason.
Wednesday, March 09, 2016
Sad to hear of the death of George Martin though at 90 after a full and incredibly creative life; sad isn't really the correct term nor a useful word. So time to reflect. I should probably sit down and listen to Abbey Road or Sergeant Pepper or anything else on a long list of production credits, Flanders and Swan even. I wont though, I have memories and of course as the week progresses the songs and voices and anecdotes and tributes will tumble out of every spare TV and radio moment until we move onto the next big death. These defining sounds, tunes and effects we grew up with, puzzled expressions, puzzled parents as the loose cannons fired volley after volley across the lives of a spoiled generation. Stereo was a wonderful, magical black vinyl thing and headphones were the ultimate trip and somebody could make Ringo's drums sound really cool. We just didn't realise what was really going on at the time but we did read the credits over and over again.
Tuesday, March 08, 2016
Just reflecting on my recent lack of tweeting anything, either rubbish, funny or meaningfully profound. Possibly seasonal, possibly mental. Sometimes there's just nothing formed up and ready to say at the time you could and should be saying something. So eventually I picked up two other tweet worthy things; CBQ's latest eclectic selection and the worthy world women's day of international things in general. Both occurrences are pretty much unrelated and on different scales but significant. If only I'd had my intelligent head on earlier in the day when it all seemed to mean much more. In life timing is pretty much everything.
Monday, March 07, 2016
|A latte with smart water served down south.|
Sunday, March 06, 2016
Saturday, March 05, 2016
Despite the fact that we have 999 TV channels and a smart TV that provides connections with all sorts or weird, wonderful and mediocre providers sometimes there's nothing much on TV. Strange but true. That tends to disturb the cats a bit, they like us there on the couch, staring like zombies into the great, humming silver screen and not moving too much. This tends to provide them with a feeling of calm and well being that's unavailable elsewhere (unless we're fully asleep). Better recheck the schedules and the unwatched box-sets.
OK I know that the sun sets everywhere, that's a common thing. We see it most days assuming there's no fog or low cloud or grey and murky weather. Here when that everyday thing happens the trees facing west into the fading light are bathed for a short time in a warm, ethereal glow that lasts only a few moments. Is there a name for it? I've no idea. These photos don't really do justice to the effect either.
Friday, March 04, 2016
No snow but some real hail and a biting cold wind. Not a great afternoon for venturing out too far. I did however decide to refill the bird feeders and thought I'd better catch a shot of the scattered and fragile clumps of snowdrops before they disappear.