Newman's lyric for Guilty is perfect. I'm still working on tone, and got an Xotic A Boost this afternoon, and it seems, at first blush, to be a much more transparent and adjustable drive. It leaves the tone alone, and lets you sculpt the scream you want from those bent notes. More when I've had a chance to give it a real road test. But it does, without a doubt, make a fifteen watt single twelve Jensen sound like a two or four twelve Marshall greenback cabinet. Film at eleven. And, absolutely, the progression to Guilty, like Georgia or Someday After awhile, sounds old school blues, straight outa New Orleans, the home of it all.

Did I miss a reference to Billy Gibbons? He's a man of many guitars but if we're talking Les Paul tone he's up there, is he not?

Indeedy, if the Reverend Gibbons and Pearly Gates haven't been mentioned, then we've been amiss.

I'm sure he has a ranch stuffed with Les Pauls, but the one that's stuck in my mind from recent years is a '53-'56 style goldtop... but with just a single cream P90 at the bridge. Zowee! What a cool guitar.

To digress back to Peter Green, I was out doing some Xmas shopping today and what did I spy, but Fleetwood Mac's "Then Play On" on CD. My album version got lost in the shuffle years back. Bought it, got home, put it on, and I was transported back to Les Paul bliss. "Coming Your Way", "Show-Biz Blues", "Rattlesnake Shake", and on and on. Quite the walk down memory lane.

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Folks forget that the original Fleetwood Mac was a kickbutt blues rock band, not Stevie Nicks and the mystic crew (they weren't bad, either, but just totally different. Dude.) I remember covering "Tell Me All the Things You Know" from early Mac recordings. Yes, I had a Les Paul, played through a Vibrolux turned up to eleven. We played Berkeley and Oakland clubs before our procreative activities encouraged me to get a day job. Someday when I'm bored I'll recant how I jammed with and almost became a member of the band that became Journey. Really.

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Someday when I'm bored I'll recant how I jammed with and almost became a member of the band that became Journey. Really.

I'm waiting for that story. Not my favorite band, but to play with Aynsley Dunbar would have been enough.

I heard the Peter Green version of Fleetwood Mac at the Royal Albert Hall in 1971. They were excellent--I'm glad that I got to hear "Albatross" live.

Not my favorite either, Mr. Mouse, but it was just one of those early seventies bits of happenstance. But my marriage is still intact going on 38 years, and I've avoided rehab, and our children turned out amazingly well, so I wouldn't change a thing. Okay, maybe one, but not that one.

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Someday when I'm bored I'll recant how I jammed with and almost became a member of the band that became Journey.

We have to wait until your bored for you to tell us that it didn't really happen?

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But my marriage is still intact going on 38 years, and I've avoided rehab, and our children turned out amazingly well, so I wouldn't change a thing. Okay, maybe one, but not that one.

Sonoman: In our (still ongoing) discussions about a certain for sale OM-1A Varnish, my wife asked if I knew how your wife handled a spouse with GAS. I told her that you and your wife have been together 37 years, with wonderful children, and your wife still comes to hear you play.

Fool that I am, I'm striving for BOTH domestic bliss and a certain OM-1A Varnish. Not there yet, but still trying...

Good to hear it's still in play- the marriage far more than the varnish. But at least you can be aware it's still for sale, and you have first right of refusal, unless someone comes to the door with a suitcase fulla hundreds. And regarding the use of "recant": my tendency toward archaic usage bites me in the bum again. Yes, the usual current meaning is to "take the story back", but it used to mean to tell a tale or confirm a fact. We have lots of dictionaries of varying vintages around the house, as you might guess. At least I don't quote Chaucer. But it did happen, jamming with Neal Schoen and Steve "Ego" Perry in the rock 'n roll warehouse in west Oakland, late 72 and early 73. There was an offer to join, which I declined. More at some future time, or when someone gives a roll of Charmin about the whole experience. Merry Christmas, tom

So under the offer, who was to play lead, you or Neal