If you watch your calories and quit that smoking drinking partying and other stuff You too could be 68 with a bunch of cool guitars.I ran into this today. Went to get my oil changed. This really old guy is there that I haven't seen before. (I live in the middle of nowhere). He sees I have a Gretsch shirt on and asks if I play guitar. Immediately, he starts telling me the tallest tales.
-Oh yeah, I've got a lot of guitars. Some Fender Custom shops and stuff.
-A 58 Les Paul
-A 59 Les Paul
-A Super 400
-A 58 Tele
-a 56 Jazzmaster
-Over a dozen vintage Martin guitars
Then he starts talking about how he played with Bob Dylan, Duane Allman, Chet Atkins, blah blah. He's a personal friend of Bob Taylor (who now lives in Atlanta??? HUH?)
Then I ask him what amps he plays and he shoots me a real curve ball.
"OHHHH I only play Fender Hot Rods."
Then he tells me about the 1994 Gretsch Tennessean he just got for $7500. Huh? I wanted to ask who took him to the cleaners on that one.....
Also, why is this 68 year old working at an oil shop if he's got a 59 Les Paul in his studio?
He just kept on and on. By the end of it, I felt kind of sad. The first 10 minutes of the convo, I almost wanted to believe some of it until I started to realize he was a professional smoke blower.
Oh yeah, I used to gig with Clapton.I remember teaching at a music store in the late 70s. One of the salesmen and I were discussing albums we were listening to then, and I brought up an album by Bonnie & Delaney. The sales guy goes “Oh yeah, Stu Delaney, I played some gigs with him”....with a straight face.
Only trouble with his story is Delaney is the first name of Delaney Bramlett.
I was never quite sure who Stu Delaney might be....
I can say categorically, all the clips I post here are my own.Some people might remember around here there was a member who would post at harmony central and I think here his playing. He was ridiculously good and fluid. Eventually we all figured him out since he looked nothing like the actual artist who turned out to be Guthrie Govan.
If he started talking about chalk streams and flies he may not have been fibbing. Fly fishing is still a big thing among the rockocracy. I have a very posh titled chum who fishes with all sorts (he was briefly my roadie; don't ask, it's the sort of story that would irritate everyone on this thread) whether it is working-class country dwellers or specialist hobbyists or Roger Daltrey, he fishes with them all; and it's a very specialised world. A few years ago I was staying at his place in Yorkshire and I was cooking for everyone and he had a chum over...not a musician, but from what I gathered, the most important and significant fly fisherman in the country. Treated like Mick Jagger in his pomp - deferred to, asked his opinions... the whole nine yards. It was like a visit from the Archbishop.I once had a plumber come to my house to fix the kitchen sink and once he saw one of my guitars he started to tell me he's best friends with Roger Waters and they go fishing together all the time.
I can't even.
I have a Picasso woodblock print I bought from the sale of art from a staid old British Oil Company that the company I worked for took over. It's worth less than a US Custom Shop Fender but it's my little prize.The Picasso thing is actually not that unrealistic. He is said to have produced about 50,000 pieces of art including drawings, paintings, and sculptures and was making stuff through his final days in the 1970s. People were buying them for less than custom shop fenders and gibsons for a time. Picassos are not by any means rare and its not unusual to meet someone who has one, although i suspect that there are many out there that are not genuine.
holy crap! I was just starting reading this thread and was going to get to the end of it before I posted this...A guy who works in my community’s housekeeping department and does setups in the rehearsal room for my big band told me he was once a member of Heart. Searching that group’s history has failed to disclose anyone who meets his description.
He doesn’t claim to have any exotic gear—in fact quite the opposite.