Firebird or Junior

I’m having a guitar shopping fantasy YouTube night tonight. Assuming I can get my two 40+ year old guitars worked on and cleaned up, what would my next Gibson be?

I waffle between a Les Paul Junior and a Firebird. When I bought my SG in 2018, I almost bought a Firebird instead. I think right now if I had to pick one it would be a Junior, for the P90, but it would be a close call.

Videos like this don’t make it easy on me…

Wah Pedals

I search for boutique wah pedals and get link after link telling me I have to get my hands on the wah pedal I dumped into my closet when that frat boy fucker in California went on his idiotic racist rant following the George Floyd protests and implied that people who put more value on a human being’s life than on their neighbor’s windows are both unworthy of his products and incapable of pissing while standing up. Fuck that guy. I’m never using his pedals again, I don’t care how amazing his fucking deluxe wah pedal is.

End rant.

So where do I go? There is Xotic and Jam Pedals. They are both supposed to have excellent wahs. One company that I know nothing about keeps popping up too. Real McCoy Custom, or RMC. they seem to have a ton of models, all with stellar reviews, but only a few are in production. Is that info correct? They are pretty expensive and there aren’t a whole lot of dealers (just one in Massachusetts).

I’m thinking when the time comes, this is probably where I want to go. The RMC10 reviews are all stellar, but I’m only seeing RMC11’s for sale around here.

One of these days.


I told myself I wasn’t going to buy more guitar gear until at least my birthday, and then it was going to be fixing problems with one of my two 40+ year old guitars.

And then tonight I bought a Rat pedal.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Moon Over the Gas Station

iPhone Astrophotography:  The Moon Over the Gas Station.

Moon Over the Gas Station

We had a snow storm Saturday night into Sunday.  I cleaned off the cars and the driveway on Sunday morning, but then stayed home for the rest of the day.  When I took the kids to their father’s before work today I realized that I was a touch low on gas.  I could probably get to work, but probably couldn’t get there and back without a fill up.

After dropping the kids off I went to a gas station near their dad’s house.  I hit the button next to the driver’s seat to open up the gas tank and went outside… and the gas tank didn’t open.  Ummm.  That’s never happened before.  I tried again.  Nothing.  I tried prying it open with the only tool I had on me, a pen cap.  Nothing.  Eventually, after about five minutes of digging and prying with the pen cap, and hitting the button over and over again, it opened and I could fill up.  I took a picture of the moon to memorialize the occasion.

Happy New Year.