bluesfella

Gretsch makes some really, really, really cool guitars. Both their solid- and hollow-bodies are sweet and unique. Also the Ernie Ball Music Man "Axis" guitars are totally-bad ass. Check them out for sure.

-----------Not Segal, although If I had his money, I could live in my mansion and ride in my limo while ignoring the Haters like you begging for a dime at my windshield:thu:, all while strumming Albert King's Flying V and looking at the several dozen prime vintage guitars in my car:lol:. It must be nice having all you want while the jealous bedroom rockers rail against you in their faceless manner on websites:rolleyes: .........................The REAL Rocker. That's an excellent post

Youre not familiar with sarcasm are you? Dude what the {censored} do I know?

I heard a couple of clips from his music. It actually sounds pretty cool.

He had to grow up in Fairfield, CT, or some such. The horror, the horror ... Ok, so he grew up in some small town. Still that doesn't have to be horrible.

I think given the intense personal tragedies he's suffered, it's understandable that Mayer might be a little abrasive. Well what happened to the guy exactly?

John Mayer went through hell and back. It informs everything he plays. Most bluesmen don't have the deep well of angst to draw on that Mayer has. You simply don't know what you're talking about. He went through hell and back? When did that happen?

Arguably Mayer is the only authentic bluesman in the business today. What about Joe Bonamassa?

I've always been wondering this. Can all the styles be learned by everyone? Like belting, screaming and falsetto's with an edge?

We played a gig at this little dive by the lake (what's up with lake people?) when we were first getting started. Our band really wasn't that good back then. But these people didn't mind. Towards the end of the night this one particular evening, these two women are on the dance floor trying to see who could dance sluttier than the other. So far, it's just good fun. Then one of them decides to hike her skirt up, and yep, nothin' on but what the good Lord gave her. And let me tell you, there's a bald beaver somewhere out in the woods that got the short end of the stick when God was dishin' out pelts, cause this woman had more than her fair share. I think the damn thing winked at me too, scared me half to death. That was the end of my drinking for the night. I got home, unloaded the gear and locked the door and said a little prayer to baby Jesus to purge that image from my brain forever. And God Bless the little pygmies in Africa. Amen. That was hilarious.

Holy {censored} this is one big thread.