
Tiny Airplane


You can’t really tell from this picture, but we have a new family moving into the house. The space stayed empty last year but someone has finally moved in.

I took my wife to get her hair cut. I’m hanging in the parking lot watching Solar Opposites on my phone. I got out of the car to stretch my legs and saw this:

There are two discarded masks on the left side of the car, and one on the right. So this is a thing now?
I’m outside in the world and it’s weird.

I just sat in front of the TV, noodling without an amp. Just connecting with the new kid in town.
I love the nickel hardware and I love the trapezoid inlays.
I love the grain on the maple cap. It’s not really enough to call it a flame, I don’t think, but it is freakin’ groovy.
None of my other Gibsons have the little knob position pointer thingies. I can’t remember if my poor, stolen Les Paul Deluxe had them or not.
The back is a different color than my ‘78 Custom. I like the lighter shade this has.
I adore the 50’s style tuning pegs. I think my much missed Deluxe had those. My Custom didn’t (I changed the tuners on the Custom in 2006, I think, and I have no clue if the ones we took off were original or not.
I’m happy to see the poker chip. My SG came with one but it wasn’t installed. I haven’t put it on because it’s a royal pain in the ass to do.
You can’t see it in the picture (I tried and failed) but it’s definitely a two piece cap. My eyes could clearly see where they join.
Like I said, I have a new best friend. What a killer birthday present, right?

Harry got me a new watch band for my birthday and the Federal Express truck just delivered it.
Thanks, Harry!

I started two candles at the same time. The race is on. Which one will burn out first?

My money is on big blue.
It’s 64 degrees out. The forecast says it’s going to hit 70. It feels absolutely glorious outside so I’ve opened all of the windows in the house. I think Spring might finally be here. It’s wonderful.

Patches thinks I should go practice but I’m hanging out with Jen and Harry.
Stop judging me, cat!
