New Amp!

I got a new guitar amp a few days ago. A low-watt Vox for apartment practice. And practice I need as I am essentially Sid Vicious of the Six String. So I dusted off the Mexican strat and plugged in. The stings needed to be changed, but instead I just cranked up the treble on the amp. The amp is okay, tube pre-amp, solid-state power amp. And it’s got those goofy “amp modelers” that keep you from focusing on your playing as you try to sound like Angus Young. I played for 90 minutes or so. Then I took a shower. While in the shower my dog Holly ate through the guitar cord. I do not think she yet appreciates my unique guitar stylings. Well she’s gonna, ’cause I managed to splice the cord back together by using a cheese knife and some gaffer’s tape. Good as new; rockin’ on! Now Holly just gives me pained looks when I hit all those sour notes that I tend to hit. And she been sniffing at my g-tape handy work. Happy Christmas Eve Day!!

Wipeout!

I was run over by a dog. The dog was off its leash and running full speed down the sidewalk as I was rapidly descending the stairs of my stoop. I was taking Holly (my dog) out, and the other dog was going for her. The dog and I didn’t see each other, and the dog’s skull crashed into my right knee while in mid air before I had put it down. I lost balance, fell, and rolled over on my back and into the minivan parked on the side of the street. My knee kinda hurts, and I’m sure it will be bruised tomorrow. My right hip, which I fell on, is gonna be bruised too I bet. The dog seemed okay, a little stunned perhaps. Holly was fine. The minivan sustained no damage. The irony is that I had just finished a ride on my motorcycle and had been wearing “armored” pants minutes earlier.