Stratocaster. What a fantastic word that is. Strat-o-cast-er. It's utterly wasted on a configuration of planks and wire from the 50s.
I've been struggling with mine* though. Back in 2010 I saved up for, ordered and patiently waited 1,000,000 years for a USA-made Stratocaster direct from Fender. Easily the most expenisve guitar I've ever bought (a grand for wood and wire!) but it's a classic, right? It'll be the last guitar I'll ever need, etc. It will be the guitar.
It finally arrived and it was, well... fine. No, better than fine. Sounded like a Strat should. Perfectly intonated, great action, stays in tune. One of the best finished, most comfortable necks I've ever played. Really well built. And despite all that, I've never really loved it. It's only ever done one gig. That guitar has spent most of its life in a case, while cheaper and less capable guitars competed for my affection. I used to think that I was keeping it locked up because it was valuable but, no, that’s not it.
Apparently perfection is boring. Also, I’m a fickle whore.
Not playing a guitar is a crime tantamount to abandoning one's children. The rule is if it’s not being played regularly it goes on eBay so someone else can enjoy it. But I never sold the Strat on. It's been sat there for the better part of a decade making me feel oddly guilty that my dream instrument isn't all it cracked up to be.
I’ve decided to change all that. I’ve put it on a stand near my desk and made myself play it. In fact, it’s been the only instrument I’ve picked up for the past few weeks. I've consciously abandoned all respect for its box fresh sanctity too. It's been disassembled twice. Two new honk-ier pickups in, bit of rewiring, extra foil shielding to assist with proximity laptop work. Reset the trem to float a bit more, tweaked the intonation accordingly. Aesthetically, it's had a new pickguard and pickup covers to make it look less busy.
Also, now it’s “in the wild” it's been hit by at least one well-flung plastic toy, gets gently bashed against the chair/desk all the time and actually got kicked completely off the stand the other day, resulting in a couple of exciting new headstock dings. I've probably spent another hundred quid on it and killed half its resell value. But for the first time in eight years it actually feels like my guitar. It makes me smile when I play it. It's still a work in progress, but it's not going back in it's case any time soon.
Some relationships need work.
*Well, one of mine - there's a frankenstrat called Frankie that was a well-dinged B-stock Mexistrat, “enhanced” with bits from eBay. It’s been thrown around a lot and is on it’s third neck.
Listening to "Scattered Hearts in the Parks of Cities" by CLARA-NOVA.
Posted Friday, January 4, 2019.
End of days for Daredevil
Marvel and Netflix have rammed the billy club of cancellation through Daredevil’s skull. This is no bad thing.
Made a little timelapse film using my iPhone and the top deck of a surprisingly empty 207 bus from Shepherd's Bush to Acton. I'm teaching myself Final Cut Pro using my typical "learn by doing” method. As such, I have discovered my default approach to editing video is the same as playing the guitar. USE ALL THE PLUGINS.
Sell your eyeballs direct!
Radioactive Love (Rig Mk2 Demo)
New(ish) song, first successful(ish) run through on a rainy Tuesday lunchtime. Ableton is doing patch switching in Guitar Rig AND the loop triggers as part of the scene changes so only one pedal is required to drive this. It's the future people.
FFS. Google have now started putting banners in Inbox (my mail app of choice) to remind everyone that they're killing Inbox next March, something I'd be studiously ignoring since they announced it back in September. I actually wish they hadn’t told me at all because my OCD will be spending the next 6 months evaluating Inbox replacements and rebuilding my "workflow" in them (which mainly consists of repeatedly snoozing mails until I HAVE to deal with them) before I inevitably give up and just revert to using Gmail like they want me to.
Twenty years ago today.
It had been fifteen years seen the hero beat up his father so badly the old man died from his wounds. Fifteen years since we watched a group of terrorists enlist the help of the Care Bears to slaughter thousands of unwitting civil servants and proceed to overthrow the closest thing to a strong and stable government the galaxy had seen in millenia.
Radium Age Blues
I have scaled back my web presence a bit to just here and FSOD. I was becoming somewhat de-focused and this was in turn causing me to purchase nostalgia t-shirts. Got a new tune in the pipeline. Mondo guitar noises. Radium Age Blues. Watching the government collapse is proving lightly distracting though.