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the bigsby vibrato

The Bigsby Vibrato

1. Bigsby History The Bigsby Vibrato tailpiece was invented by Paul Bigsby and commercially produced by Bigsby from the 1950s onwards. The US patent was granted in 1953. The vibrato bends and varies the pitch of individual strings, or whole chords, when the arm is depressed, producing a classic tonal...

guitar buying guide

Guitar Buying Guide

Always a tricky subject as everyone has their own opinion, favourite brand and style. Stick with your budget and choose well. There are guitars out there to suit virtually every pocket. Here are a few points to consider……. 1. First-time buyers Children – Struggle with size and reach and generally...

something in the air

Something In The Air

This was written several weeks before everything kicked off….not long after I returned from Singapore, a germ of an idea you could say….. Open my eyes, all’s good, I have yet another day on the planet – except I feel terrible. Hacking cough, feverish, aches and pains. This is worse...

fever

Fever

Boris is on the telly, looking like a guilty, bemused, tousle-haired schoolboy, doing his “We will fight them on the beaches….” speech. Don’t be fooled, he despises you, unless you are posher than his dad. I could tell what he was thinking… “Yep, that’s you lot all completely fucked…” “Soon...

what's going on

What’s Going On

If you’re reading this and do not hail from the UK – you are probably better off – and will have even less of a clue what I’m banging on about than usual. Think I’ll stand in the next available election. “The Hedonist Party Party”. Manifesto – just have a...

paps got a brand new bag

Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag

Here comes another one, bumbling about. Rucksack man stumbles into the shop. To quote King Harold “Be careful with that or you’ll have some fucker’s eye ou…” Today it’s be careful with that bleeding rucksack before you dent something. What is it with blokes and bags? Every other one comes...

boris the spider

Boris the Spider

So the UK awakes to a new Prime Minister. Some overweight privileged slob who couldn’t give two fucks about anyone outside Planet London, except when he needs to harvest votes. In Thatcher’s day she sold off the Public Utilities cheap to ingratiate common man. Buy underpriced shares, win, win, win....

as time goes by

As Time Goes By

Christmas has been and gone like a wraith slipping through your letterbox, emptying all your pockets and squirting lard down your throat while you sleep. Fat fucker. You quietly aid your demise by casually dissolving your liver and kidneys at periodic intervals throughout the over-long holiday season. Gone are the...