Bernie Franks

Pester.

Hey, whatever happened to Mazi Bee?

Website!

Hey, I bet this could make for a cool site...

*pester 'n' rock*

*pesters*

*pesters*

Originally posted by Mazi Bee I just got a new Dean V Select, and I'm thinking of making it the Official Pointy Guitar of the Mazi Bee Militia.... Might make a good poster...?

Give it a black background and it'll be good to go. The wood floor, no offense, kinda takes away from the rawkocity.

Originally posted by Mazi Bee :D

*pesters*

Originally posted by Mazi Bee Things have started to slow down at work, just spent all last week at offsite meetings and dinners, but that's over now, so I'll be able to start working on it this week. Keep bugging me though, I need it!

I enjoy a good pester.

When's that site gonna be up, Mazi?

I want some Maziswag!

A Mazi is absolutely necessary for the budding forum.

How about stickers designed specially for guitar cases?

I think that'd be bitchin'.

So when's that site gonna be fully running?

Originally posted by Mazi Bee Yes, hopefully they will be popular with the ladies!!

Franks & Co. know how to get down with the Females.

Originally posted by Mazi Bee Awesome!! Thanks Bernie! Yes, it is real. People have forever been telling me that if I put my crazy junk on a t-shirt, they would like to have it. So that was the first step. Nice address yes? I'll have all sorts of things on there for MBM members and others. I'll probably even consider doing custom designs as well. Like if you need like one or two t-shirts for The Invisible Band......

Yes, I love the address.

Invisible Band shirts would ROCK!

If this is real, then I'm gonna be throwing some money at it for sure.

Originally posted by georges Yeah..some guy has george with one post

Kill him.

So...you guys like rocking, huh?

I too enjoy this.

I was writing a solo for my band at the 2nd guitarist's studio the other day. While I was wailing away, the ground shook and yawned open - and out flew a hundred fire-breathing demons.

Not to be startled into messing up my mind-blowing plickin, I kicked it up a notch. The speed with which the notes came out of the amplifier began to melt the heads of the demons now swirling around me. The other guitarist is now in the corner weeping, but I'm not about to back down!

Then a giant beast rises from the gaping whole, gitter in hand. He plays a few razzle-dazzle riffs. He's looking for a challenge. So I fire back. I start off slow, a groovy little melody that even he sort of swayed to. Then I got a little more aggressive, building up steam slowly and accelerating. As I peak, my guitar's squealing blends into the monsterous bellow of this great beast, who engulfs in flames and retreats back to the fiery chasm from whence he came, followed by the melty-headed demon gnats.

Then I set down the guitar, only to find out that the other guitarist never hit record. It really boiled my piss, but I had fun nevertheless.

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Does this allow my entry into the Mazi Bee Militia?