Guitar Safari

Civil Defense Elegance

Guitar Safari — Fri, 04 Mar 2011 22:18:11 +0000

Let’s go back. January 17, 1994, at 4:31 AM Pacific Standard Time. Many of us probably woke up to the the vibrating Earth. I had the first incarnation of my Guitar Shop on 6th Street. The first thing I did was check on my daughter to see if she was okay. The next was to check on my shop. I imagined Earthquake Damage like had never been seen. Broken guitars scattered across the floor. I checked in and the first thing I saw was a woman, a wonderful person, wearing a WWII Civil Defense Helmet with flashlight in hand, its flame strangely barking into the emptiness of the street. It was my Dear Friend Wendy. “What are you doing?” I asked. She bravely told me, “I’m making sure that there aren’t any shenanigans”. She was protecting my shop. Everyone’s shops. From anything possible. It was fucking 5am. She was there for the world. I’ve seen her nearly every day since. Walking The Beat. I just got a phone call that she’s died…my emotion is strong yet shattered. She used to see me at The Salvation Army Store and buy me things under the guise of being my Grandmother at Senior Discounts, but only by her insistence. This was one brilliant, gallant, charming Being. I’m deeply saddened and I don’t even know how to finish this properly, but I’ll give it a shot…Wendy Gal…you drilled a hole in my heart and plugged it right back up with beauty, dignity and a great big dash of grace. I will miss you! I’m crying……………………………………………………………………………………….

Everything Means Everything Forevermore

Guitar Safari — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 20:20:49 +0000

Sit back, relax and I’ll impart a Tale Of Punk Rock. Children, I guess I was lucky enough to have witnessed some of the most notorious music ever to be wrung out of a Plain White T-Shirt. I’m speaking today about hitting up Hollywood at least a couple times a week back in the late 1970′s , having my ears and eyes blown out by a bevy of artists, the likes of which will never be seen or heard again. The Bags, The Weirdos, The Germs, Zeros, Catholic Discipline, Johanna Went, IUD, I could go on for a week…and then we have THE ALLEY CATS hailing from glorious downtown LOMITA, CALIFORNIA. Randy Stodola, Diane Chai, and John McCarthy. Quite possibly the hardest working band from this, the inception, and sadly the last vestige in my memory, of anything truly interesting happening in The Los Angeles Music “Scene”. Got me? This was when you could go to a show at The Starwood, The Roxy, The Whikey A Go-Go, The Masque…have a blast, Pogo on a slippery, beer soaked floor, fall down, and before you hit the floor, someone would grab your arm and pull you right back up on your feet. Poseur Clothing in Hollywood wasn’t open yet with their phony Pre-Fab Punk Rock Garb. There were a lot of Thrift Shop skinny ties, mohair sweaters and fedoras. I must have seen The Alley Cats about fifty times. Hollywood, Redondo Beach, Torrance, Orange County. It didn’t matter where you were. They were everywhere. Randy and I have been friends for years. He’s one of the most well read, funny, talented, and articulate chaps I’ve ever met. He’s given me a few amazing things lately. Original Dangerhouse singles (one is a test pressing). Some very old and precious show flyers. He autographed my copy of Nothing Means Nothing…”Good Luck, Saint Dirk, Randy.” You can see the tattered nature of my original “Nothing” single. They changed the artwork later because you couldn’t see John in the photo. Hence the Porno-Style Moustachioed John McCarthy on the second version. How fucking Punk Rock is that? 100% Punk Rock. John is a powerhouse drummer…a very dynamic performer. Diane? Well, just forget it. Not another female (nor male) punk rock musician got anywhere near her possessed, throbbing demeanor. Okay, Alice Bag is right on par. Randy Stodola…one of the very few Punk Players that could actually play any kind of lead guitar. His lyrics border on the psychedelic. Street stories about a kid being killed by a limousine, Ice cream, Jesus, Junk and despair. Randy gave me the snapshot seen here. The Alley Cats playing at The Masque September 1977!!! There was a time when Dez Cadena’s father Ozzie was booking Jazz Shows here in San Pedro at The Sheraton Hotel. Kenny Burrell was playing and Randy, Mike Watt and I went out for the night. Randy showed up wearing Pseudo-Pirate Gear. Eye Patch…the whole bit. The Bouncer announced that he wasn’t going to let Randy in. I remember asking “Don’t you know who this is? Do you know who you’re talking to here?” The guy looked so confused at my line of question and was left with no option but to promptly admit us into the venue. Back to the map. I’ve included a video with this post to give a taste of what things used to be. Thanks to Randy for so many great shows and wonderful songs…it is all so deeply etched.

1971 The Year Of The Last Real Thinline…

Guitar Safari — Mon, 14 Feb 2011 00:51:55 +0000

I love this guitar. It’s been beaten. It’s been smoked on. Maybe been in a few Topless Bars. It has almost zero frets left. Worked to death without retirement. It’s light weight. It sings. These went to a double Seth Lover Designed Humbucker-Pickup configuration right after this, but I love a Telecaster and this has the standard Tele Design. Not to knock the Seth Lover Pickups…they’re great with a maple fretboard! Get yourself an original 70′s Starcaster and see what I mean. Paul Reed Smith is like “Lips and Dicks” (hot dogs?) compared to the tone you can get from either of these Telecasters that I’m describing. I guess I won’t be getting a Paul Reed Smith Dealership anytime soon but who cares? No love lost. I found this guitar in Dallas about twenty five years ago. Check out the Dry Lake-Bed Smoke-Stained Pickguard. The worn-out attributes and cracks in the wood…my floor! Who could ask for more? I’ve played some of the Mexican Manufactured Models and some are great and cost way less than one of these originals, but you should buy one! Not from me though, those people won’t give an independent guitar shop the time of day now. Am I bitter? No, probably just disappointed that in the good old days these Sales-Clowns would drive all over the country, beg, and take on Dealerships with anyone who would just talk to them after getting out of their Country Squire Wagon and show them a piece or two. Now, you’ve got to be NASA or something to get them to even deal with you. Here I go again, crying about the state of things….when people are starving and rioting and/or making tons of money. Buy a Telecaster from a small shop and see what you can do! I have three of them and they’re all amazing! Give up The Strat Habit! Jazzmasters and Telecasters are the best guitars Leo ever brought to life. Oh yeah, and put on some Harry Nilsson. It will blow your 2011 mind!

Sponge Bath Square Dad…Tell him what we said ’bout “Paint It Black”.

Guitar Safari — Fri, 14 Jan 2011 18:11:18 +0000

I’m bummed, happy and sad, but strangely glad. I just sold my beloved mint condition late 50′s Kay Barney Kessel Pro Model. The only saving grace is that it has gone to a very good home. Nick Carr is responsible for music that shows up faithfully and chock-full of whimsy in conjunction with the wonderful and smartly-stupid Sponge Bob Square Pants Cartoon Series. It’s a painful tickle that pervades at this time. Thanks Nick, you’ve all at once ruined and somehow completed my life. Attached is a shot of Nick’s Home Studio with the newly adopted baby. Take this Brother…May it serve you well!

I still have my Kessel Jazz Special so…all is not lost. All is not lost. The only guitar that ever came to me in a Lawnmower Box. It’s not going anywhere!

The Captain Went Down With the Ship

Guitar Safari — Fri, 31 Dec 2010 20:36:16 +0000

I know that this is a bit late in coming, but never too late to consider the beauty and genius of Don Van Vliet, who sadly left this “God’s Golf Ball” a few weeks ago. I remember stumbling into a record store when I was about 15 years old and buying a copy of Captain Beefheart & The Magic Band’s “Strictly Personal”. It was a “Cut-Out” on the Blue Thumb Label. I was loving all of the Glam and Trash type music at the time, but this record got stuck in my craw from the first few seconds of “Ah Feel Like Ahcid”. The inside of the Gate-fold Sleeve kept me up at night. Maybe most people found The Good Captain by way of Frank Zappa, but I think I did it in reverse. Both of these guys hailed from the same depths of the Palmdale Desert and became Rock & Roll Iconoclasts of the first order. I gobbled up everything I could find from there. Trout Mask Replica, Safe As Milk, Mirror Man, etc… My favourites being, Lick My Decals Off Baby, Clear Spot, and Doc At The Radar Station. These records run deep and identify a few clear phases of the Magic Band. Eventually, Don gave up music for fine art. I didn’t know it until last night while talking to Mike Watt on the phone that I went to the very last show that Captain Beefheart & The Magic Band perfomed. It was at The Golden Bear in Huntington Beach in January 1981. It wasn’t easy to find The Captain playing very often, but I did manage to see the 1975 Zappa “Bongo Fury” tour which featured Don stepping up to the microphone and reciting his poetry backed up with angular instrumentation by The Mothers Of Invention. It was poetry that you could touch and smell. This was a man that lived with the playfulness of a child, yet was able to see through the trappings. This yarn goes on for miles and I would hope that by posting this, maybe one more person will find this amazing human that has brought me so much happiness with his life and commitment to art. To me, one of the biggest ones that ever got away. Now a word from our Sponsors…
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Thirty Days Has November…Some Of Which Won’t Be Remembered!

Guitar Safari — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 16:50:43 +0000

Hey everyone! I know I’m a bit of a Broken Record sometimes but I need to tell you about going out to Joshua Tree/Pioneer Town again. Bonnie Prince Billy at Pappy & Harriett’s was one of the most mesmerizing shows I’ve ever seen. It was the day before Halloween. The band as well as the participating Audience Revelers under the starlit desert night sky were in full effect. The Cairo Gang accompanied Mr. Oldham and were impossibly atmospheric. Guitarist Emmett Kelly is incredible…and with that, I must impart to all readers to pick up Bonnie Prince Billy & The Cairo Gang’s new disc “The Wonder Show Of The World”. If you ever find yourself anywhere close, like say, 3000 miles from Joshua Tree, just stop on by! It’s pure magic. More to follow soon…I’ve got to stop being so lazy and get with this Blog thing a little more often. Oh yeah! I’m selling one of Glenn Cornick’s 1951 Fender Precision Bass’ on ebay right now…check it out. It ain’t stock but it sure is sweet!

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THE OX

Guitar Safari — Thu, 14 Oct 2010 17:49:18 +0000

I’m sorry, I just got this unpublished photo of John Entwistle of The Who ca. “Who’s Next?” and I couldn’t help myself. Here he’s wielding a Gibson Thunderbird Bass with what appears to be a Fender Precision Bass Neck bolted on. I saw The Who in 1973 and have pictures that I took from that show and he was playing the very same contraption. John was one of the most innovative Bassists of all time. I’ve heard it said that The Beatles are dying in what might be considered to be Reverse-Order and the same might be said of The Who. There was, and never will be another rhythm section the likes of Keith Moon and John Entwistle…never. Just try to forget the bass solo in My Generation for one minute and check out “The Real Me” from Quadrophenia. The guy never lost it. There’s a can on that table that says “Long Life”…what the hell is that and why didn’t it work? Are there any more renegade types in rock and roll or are we going to just remain happy with cartoon stereotypes? Hello to Buzz & Seatbelt. Photo by Red Saunders!!!

Thanks Red, where ever you are! Great Picture!

New Advertising Blitzkrieg

Guitar Safari — Wed, 13 Oct 2010 17:43:02 +0000

Typical Guitar Enthusiasts

Howdy y’all! I’ve been busy lately selling guitars and amps on the INTERNET and forgot to post something here in quite a spell. I’ve been trying to figure out a reasonable ad campaign for my shop that makes real sense to the potential consumer/customer. …but first a bit of a rant. I can sit at my shop and work on the occasional guitar set-up or repair when in wanders some genius who can’t wait to tell me about how they sold a 1959 Les Paul Standard for $11.00 way back when and boy are they dismayed now that they could probably buy the State Of Indiana for the current price. The going rate? Maybe in the realm of $175.000.00- $325,000.00…who knows and who cares? The next step in the plan is that when they ask me how much the 1958 Gretsch is, they hit me with a resounding “Woahh Dude!” “That’s Insane!!!” I’m at a loss when it comes to this type of “time well spent” and because I own the shop I need to just take a pause at what I’m doing and take my lumps with a smile. It’s not that I’m at all bitter mind you, I love guitars, it’s more a case of disdain for those who should never own one. I’ve thrown around and sold more instruments than I want to admit to, but I’m of a strong belief that you should have to take a test and have a License to have a child. Same goes for Musical Instruments. They deserve respect and love. Morons need not apply…if you know what I mean. Another thing…why is it when one might go shopping for anything and NEVER expect the merchant to reduce the price except in Music Stores? It’s amazing! Do you ask for a different price when buying salt? No you don’t, but you’ll ask me to reduce the price of those strings you so desperately need so your bratty kid can “try out” learning about music on the worst piece-of-shit-guitar that you just bought at the Pawn Shop up the street. I can’t seem to figure it out…but most of the money I make is from people buying crap that doesn’t work, hurts their kid’s hand to play and then they have the nerve to ask me to fix it AND expect a discount. I have my fair share of really great clients and friends who stop by to see what’s new at the shop…maybe they number in the 3% range that wanders in. Buy a good instrument and it will last a lifetime. If your stupid kid hates it and gets into drugs, Nascar or football, it will hold it’s value forever and you can sell it. Crap begets Crap. Those Road-Apples don’t seem to fall too far from the tree. Where was I? Where were you? I guess I just got up on the wrong side of the floor. I’m taking a poll to see what images might work to my advantage and draw some business through the shop. Take a look and let’s see where this leads.

Kim Jong-Q Public

Tomorrow’s Ollie Halsall?

The Rock & Roll Art Circus Show

Guitar Safari — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 15:49:51 +0000

This should be fun! San Pedro Rock And Roll Art Show! September 25, 2010. At The Croatian Cultural Center. Local Artists displaying their wares, Local Bands blowin’ it out…and best of all, Booze for Ages 4 and Up!
Curator and local Genius, Scott Aicher has done a fine job putting this together.
I’ve been supplying him with some Basket-Case Guitars to use as open canvases…take a look at this one.

Well, what else can I say? Come on down! Study the poster for all the details.
Oh yeah…check Scott’s Website www.planetsixtyseven.com
Even his Doggy CHET has a Blog posted there! Woof Woof!
Guitar Safari is having a sale on NEW DANELECTROS…only $269.00 for the Month of September. Only a few left, so get your money and your ass on down here.
CHEERS!

Let’s Get It On…Fight The Power!

Guitar Safari — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 21:01:17 +0000

No plumage. No frills. No Nothing…except for amazing tone and rarity. Here we have a Gibson Army Navy Model guitar and Gibson A Junior Mandolin. Both of these models are from between 1918-1922. The Army Navy is the very first flat-top model that Gibson ever produced…and what a tone it produces! Notice, no glossy finish, no logo on the headstock, no fancy appointments, just everything else! This guitar has the most woody kind of tone I’ve ever heard. It’s got a great neck that makes you work a little bit but it’s worth it. This is “bottom-of-the-line” junk that kills.

The A Junior Mandolin is a great match tonally and visually with the Army Navy Guitar. I’m in love with the no-frills nature of both of these pieces. Both completely original and worth a hug. Spartan to the hilt!
I’ve had several hundred guitars and this is kind of where I’m happy to wind up. Sitting on the front steps playing music in the sun with a bag of fertilizer and terra-cotta pots.
Am I getting old? I was playing “Jealous Again” by Black Flag on that Army Navy! Bee-otch! AARP PUNK ROCK RULES! Thanks to Kerry Char Guitars (Portland, Oregon) and Chuck Alvarez (San Pedro, Ca) for getting me hooked up with both of these beauties. It ain’t so bad to be broke when you’re in love. Hi Jenny!