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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by charlie chitlin, Sep 18, 2020.
Here's what mine said today:
You're gonna spend 3 hours driving to buy a stick welder?!?
Can I come?
My wife is pretty awesome. We had a similar thing happen a month ago with a banjo.
She has put up with me for 27 years and counting.
Was there a shoe shop nearby?
My GF would totally love going on a roadtrip, anywhere! And she has big jugs.
Me: I think I'm going to build the Strat version of the purple Tele (my avatar)
Mrs. Roadie:.....<silence>.....<more silence>......<still more silence>....
Today: Still not a word about it...
-- My wife recently insisted I spend the extra few dollars to buy the
silver sparkle version of the preamp pedal instead of the regular
gray one. She calls it 'Mr. Sparkle'
-- She encouraged me to build a champ circuit into a large old radio
console so that I can have a living room amp that "looks awesome"
-- She told me I'm an idiot for "selling that thinline"
My late wife bought me a Martin HD28v
and a Collings mandolin.
And talked me into buying myself a Gibson LP Special
a T REX Soulmate
and a Mesa TA-15.
A while after she died I dated a woman who
gave me a Tech 21 Blonde for my birthday
Took me to see the Eagles and ELO
And went to see Dead and company with me two nights in a row
Unfortunately I couldn't talk her into marrying me.
Mine told me to drill holes for a guitar hanger in the living room.
(and then hung the uke I talked her into buying there. Lol. I love her)
Mine did 20 years in the service (to my ten), providing us with inexpensive healthcare and a 'retirement' income at a young-ish age.
Somehow she's tolerated me for even longer than that, we just hit 26.
My wife is tiny of stature but long on ambition and resolve. She and I do not share my enthusiasm for music, though.
I played a snippet of a recent home recording attempt for her while running errands in the car the other day, and when it ended, she said “annoying.”
I blinked in surprise, paused a beat, and said “well, it needs a B section to change it up, sure.”
“Yep,” she said.
33 yrs, Oct 10.
2008, she commissioned a custom banjo for me.
2013, she pushed me to bid higher on an ebay cello-banjo...which I won for north of $5K.
I hope she keeps me!
What's a cello-banjo?
Imagine all the anti-banjo jokes you've ever heard, but now they are bigger!
In the 1890s, there was a fad of "banjo orchestras". Banjos were sized to sort of match the string orchestra instruments. The Cello-banjo had a 16" dia head and a 29" scale. Tuned an octave below standard.
Here's Cathy Fink (famous banjo player) playing my 1895 Stewart Cello-Banjo:
And yes, there were Contra-Bass banjos that were twice as large. I own a Piccolo-banjo from the same period and maker...only has a 7" head.
She bought me a Taylor 614 back in '97. Being a lefty, I wrote them and asked how many did that make that year. Taylor told me... "you've got one of five".
when my wife's sister died, my wife came into a few hundred dollars inheritance. She insisted that I use a part of it to buy a Gretsch guitar, because she thought her sister would have wanted that. And, when I politely declined, my wife got angry... one of the few times she ever got mad at me.
I still have that beautiful Firebird red Gretsch 5129 sitting next to me.
Once, my wife bought me a beautiful chrome National, round neck biscuit Resonator. Total surprise. Good story, right?
I started playing it and she yelled "Stop"! "That is the worst sounding guitar I've ever heard in my life".
"I thought it would look good in the living room but don't ever play that thing if I'm in the house"
First time around, I did not choose very wisely. I was 19; perhaps less than the entirety of my intellect was focused. On balance, with improved hindsight, I can report that she at least gave me a deep and abiding appreciation for the blues.
The second time around has been a light-year-level improvement. Who knew? She consistently supports any musical endeavor, has encouraged any number of purchases, likes to inspect new guitars – if only for esthetic reasons – and regularly accompanies me to the hardware store.
She’s also a writer, an ex-journalist, and from time to time pushes me to improve lyrics in a way that actually works. I play a few other instruments, including some almost adequate clawhammer banjo. Turns out her father, who grew up in southwestern Virginia, was a regular enthusiast of the Galax Fiddlers Convention and she tells me that my banjo plucking reminds her of her dad - who left all too early, when she was 18.
Loves to travel. When we met, she was working in Paris and I was making regular trips to various countries in my day job/business development/yeah…but I’m not ashamed to report that falling in love in Paris is pretty much all it’s knocked up to be. When I get in grumpy old man mode, I have plenty to remind me that being grateful is a much better choice.
That’s my story and can’t be persuaded otherwise.
Me and my partner bought our first house together last year. She let me have the biggest bedroom as a music studio. It's even got an en suite bathroom!
To be fair, it makes sense as I have a lot of equipment and this way I can store it all in one room. It also doubles as my office for working during the day.