Fretting out
Doctor of Teleocity
I’ve only been here since 2019 and it feels like forever, which is kind of funny as fast as time moves nowadays
What Makes TDPRI So Special To Me.
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Dan German
Doctor of Teleocity
If I’m online, it’s probably here. Got not much use for the rest of it. I’d pat us all on the back for being such a swell bunch, but I’m old, and I can’t twist my shoulder like that anymore without dire consequences.
bromdenlong
Tele-Holic
Mechanic
Friend of Leo's
I’ve had nothing but joy here. My questions have been answered many times over. I’ll be turning 71 here in January. I grew up hearing all the music that was offered over the AM spectrum and then the FM underground from KPPC in SoCal where I grew up. I’ve played surf, Beatles and Stones ( not very well) and from the Buffalo Springfield learns of country. Duane Almond turned me on to the blues and Miles Davis. Growing up in SoCal I had cars, hot rods, surfboards. My first guitar was a sears Fender knock off my parents bought me used and played intermittently.
Fast forward to about 2010 I got back to seriously playing guitar after 1st wife passed and could say no. Enter TDPRI and GAS. Now where else can you find a group of people willing to share knowledge and let you cry on their shoulder than this place they’ve supported me though a liver transplant and other passing of life in general.
This has a revolving door of characters that endear it to us all.
Thank you Mods for doing the occasional tidying up after people get out of hand (guilty once or twice).
Thank you all!
Fast forward to about 2010 I got back to seriously playing guitar after 1st wife passed and could say no. Enter TDPRI and GAS. Now where else can you find a group of people willing to share knowledge and let you cry on their shoulder than this place they’ve supported me though a liver transplant and other passing of life in general.
This has a revolving door of characters that endear it to us all.
Thank you Mods for doing the occasional tidying up after people get out of hand (guilty once or twice).
Thank you all!
bowman
Friend of Leo's
I’ve been here a long time. Even so, there are plenty who have been here longer than I. There’s gotta be a reason for that, because forums are very transient. People come, people go, but people tend to stay here longer. It’s civil, it’s pretty friendly, and the members respect that. There are numerous folks here that I know would be cool to have a beer with. That’s high praise, btw…
staxman
Tele-Afflicted
Yes, indeed. This a very kind and welcoming place to post your opinions. I’m such a baby, the TDPRI can make me cry.
Holy crap!...I just realized I'm going on 15 years here. I was a young man then at 48. I'm registered on many other sites that are musically centered or for my other hobby interests but this site and MLP luthier section are the only ones that I go to several times a day. Good people...good times. 
Recalcitrant
Tele-Meister
Well, the Telecaster is Everyman's guitar, and people here get that and treat one another with appropriate respect. I've never had a rude reply to my stupid questions, and I've asked a lot of em, going back to pre-RI days.
RhythmFender
Tele-Holic
Sounds like you need a tele!
Could it be that R&R is responsible for your conception?
I’m coming up on my (lucky) 13th anniversary.
We’re still my favorite hang!
We’re still my favorite hang!
This forum is my primary social medium. I’ve found similar sites related to motorcycling but the turnover is rapid by comparison, so almost none of those forums are relevant to me any more. This community is good for my outlook; my faith in humanity is frequently restored here.
Ok, he just sent me a picture from when he visited my place. I was skinny. And less of a receding hairline. So it’s not all good. Lol.
Cheers,
Geoff
I was born March 10th, 1955. It's always been so cool to me that I arrived at the same time as the birth of Rock & Roll.
Fiesta Red
Doctor of Teleocity
I was born in 1970, but I’m an old soul…my parents (old souls themselves) and grandmother (an ancient soul) shared their music with me, so I grew up with everything from Caruso to Chuck Berry and Beethoven to Dwight Yoakum.
When I was nine, a friend of mine from our congregation died. I used to mow her lawn and wash her windows…she had been born in 1889…I used to sit on the porch and listen to her talk about her childhood, and how when she was raising her grandson in the early 1960’s, she allowed him to “fix up” her car, and she was so embarrassed when he turned her ‘57 Chevy into a hot rod, as she was going around picking up all the little old ladies to take them to services (like my mom did with her and another woman who was born in 1900).
There was an old man who lived down the street from me who was born in 1878. He was 101, and I’d go listen to the books-on-record with him on his front porch (he was mostly blind), but told me first-hand about both WWI and WWII—he was too old (not required in WWI, too old in WWII) to serve in either of them, but worked at a steel mill during each of them. He told me about his first car—when he was already well into his adult years. After we had become friends, he confided that he was afraid to die, “not because of dyin’, but because of Ruthie (his wife) being on her own…she’s already got the old-timers (he meant Alzheimer’s) and I’m afraid nobody will remind her to take her pills.” When he died (105 yo), I’d go mow her lawn and trim the bushes (like I had done for him), but she wouldn’t come outside, because she couldn’t remember who I was…she died a few years later at 97.
Those people shaped me, too.
I agree that a lot of our older-than-me members were in a sweet spot, as far as seeing/remembering Little Richard and Fats Domino or the Beatles and Stones first-hand, but I think my generation got the benefit of overlapping with those people but we also knew people from the 19th century…we were the last “feral children” who weren’t structured out the wazoo but also saw the dawn of the information age.
When I was nine, a friend of mine from our congregation died. I used to mow her lawn and wash her windows…she had been born in 1889…I used to sit on the porch and listen to her talk about her childhood, and how when she was raising her grandson in the early 1960’s, she allowed him to “fix up” her car, and she was so embarrassed when he turned her ‘57 Chevy into a hot rod, as she was going around picking up all the little old ladies to take them to services (like my mom did with her and another woman who was born in 1900).
There was an old man who lived down the street from me who was born in 1878. He was 101, and I’d go listen to the books-on-record with him on his front porch (he was mostly blind), but told me first-hand about both WWI and WWII—he was too old (not required in WWI, too old in WWII) to serve in either of them, but worked at a steel mill during each of them. He told me about his first car—when he was already well into his adult years. After we had become friends, he confided that he was afraid to die, “not because of dyin’, but because of Ruthie (his wife) being on her own…she’s already got the old-timers (he meant Alzheimer’s) and I’m afraid nobody will remind her to take her pills.” When he died (105 yo), I’d go mow her lawn and trim the bushes (like I had done for him), but she wouldn’t come outside, because she couldn’t remember who I was…she died a few years later at 97.
Those people shaped me, too.
I agree that a lot of our older-than-me members were in a sweet spot, as far as seeing/remembering Little Richard and Fats Domino or the Beatles and Stones first-hand, but I think my generation got the benefit of overlapping with those people but we also knew people from the 19th century…we were the last “feral children” who weren’t structured out the wazoo but also saw the dawn of the information age.
TurtlesnTanlines
TDPRI Member
I’m lucky to have found this badass site. I learned guitar through forums like this and have been sad to see them go or turn Reddit inspired trash ha.
This is that one place left on earth where people don’t get offended and actually take feedback as part of conversation. Most commenters also are great at viewing guitars as ‘unique to each person’.
I don’t expect everyone to love my Ultra Tele the same way I do. It’s got a unique neck profile, a high e dangerously close to the edge, and noiseless pups. For me, it’s just fun as hell to see people excited to just give their opinion on it and see what else comes out of the discussion.
It’s refreshing. But what else would I expect from Tele players? We’re at our happiest noodling around a 1950s inspired piece of wood.
This is that one place left on earth where people don’t get offended and actually take feedback as part of conversation. Most commenters also are great at viewing guitars as ‘unique to each person’.
I don’t expect everyone to love my Ultra Tele the same way I do. It’s got a unique neck profile, a high e dangerously close to the edge, and noiseless pups. For me, it’s just fun as hell to see people excited to just give their opinion on it and see what else comes out of the discussion.
It’s refreshing. But what else would I expect from Tele players? We’re at our happiest noodling around a 1950s inspired piece of wood.
Ignorant, dumb, feeble minded twits are the ones that do not respect their elders. When I in my twenties, I had neighbors in my complex. People who are in their 70's & 80's can offer so much to for a young man and vs versa. I'd do little chores that were magnamanous to them, like just moving a piece of furniture or making sense of a bill. Fiesta! Your a good boy!
ponycar
Tele-Meister
The internet is justifiably known as a vehicle for cowards to be rude, if not cruel, with anonymity
Very little of that appears here. I love it when folks here are kind and patient with someone asking a question that they've hear a hundred times. This community has been a comfort these last few strange years.
Very little of that appears here. I love it when folks here are kind and patient with someone asking a question that they've hear a hundred times. This community has been a comfort these last few strange years.
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