Separate names with a comma.
Discussion in 'Other Guitar Discussion' started by SilvaStrat, May 12, 2020.
Yes, but if I listed them here, I'd get permanently banned.
If your last name was King, it would make a great sign.
Actually, it derives from "that joke", if you know it. I told that joke too often back in my sailing days, and the name stuck.
Well, I was never noted for original thinking. That's why I like to screw up other peoples' songs over writing my own.
Tell us that joke...please!
Name my guitar????
It's a guitar.
No need for a name.
My wife doesn't name her vacuum cleaner.
I don't name my guitars.
Instruments aren't just tools, though; they have distinct personalities. After the first couple of dozen gigs with a guitar I begin to have a deeper sense of the way we interact - call it synergy.
It's no longer simply about knowing what the guitar responds well to (or doesn't) and how to get the best out of it.
There's a growing awareness of what it brings out in me when I play it, and in which directions it tends to take me.
Different guitars inspire in different ways.
IMO knowing their individual characters can have actual, practical benefits.
If I'm ever stuck finding a new part, changing guitars nearly always leads to fresh ideas.
Not talking about switching from a Strat to a Les Paul, either - picking up a different Strat will do it.
In that situation, having a feel for each one is helpful.
I hate to be hijacking this thread, but you aksed fer it, but you prolly won't like it......
A doctor was working in the ER of a hospital one evening, when a woman came in with a boy about 12 years old. She said he was her son and had injured his left leg playing basketball, really bad sprain or broken?
The doctor ordered X-rays to be sure, and while they waited, he got personal info from the woman.
(Dr) "Could I get your name, ma'am?"
(Woman) "Mary Johnson."
(Dr) "And your son's name?"
(Woman) "Nosmo....Nosmo King."
(Dr) "NOSMO?!?! What kinda name is THAT? And you said your last name is Johnson? What's with the
(Woman) "Well, when I was giving birth to him, I was in terrible pain. Horrible, horrible pain. They gave me all the drugs they could, but nothing worked. So, I prayed, and I prayed to the Lord to take away my pain. And suddenly, an angel appeared before me, and angel all in red. And she said to me, "I'll take away your pain, if you will name your child "Nosmo King". I said OK, and the angel vanished, and so did the pain."
(Dr) "I see......OK, whatever...."
The doctor finished up the papers, X-rays showed leg not broken, only a sprain, so the doctor bandaged it up and let them go home.
Later that night, the doctor ended his shift and took a short cut leaving the hospital, walking through the maternity ward. As he did so, he looked up, and high up on the wall was a big red sign that said........
So, here's the deal:
I told this joke too many times. Also, one evening we were all drinking up a storm in a bar and some woman came up to me and asked me my name. (Hey, it could happen!) Drunken lout that I was, I said with my best comedian voice, "NOSMO, by name is NOSMO!" What can I say, I'm used to going home alone.
Well, the guys all heard that, and so of course, it stuck. It came in handy on one of the boats I crewed on because one of the other guys had the same first name as me, so they called him by his real name, and I was forever "Nosmo".
Now, aren't you sorry you asked?
Hahaha! That's a good joke! And it's good to hear one that's not dirty. I'll be telling that one.
How did I miss this one?
Behold, the StratoMutt:
Because the only time my back doesn't hurt is when I'm playing it.
Heh… That’s pretty funny.
I normally do not name my guitars. Three of them I have definitely named
This one is "Katie".......named after my wife
This one is my "Voodoo Priestess"
And this one is named "Evil"
Sweetness. What a hardtail! More pics plz! That neck wow!
Mine already had names when I got them. Duesenberg, Paul Reed Smith, Jackson, John Mayer, Taylor, Fender. Besides, if I named them myself, I might have a harder time dumping them when they start to get on my nerves.