Dec 06 2005
From Poor Old Joe, there’s
From Blue Dot, there’s
I play bass on all the tracks.
Dec 04 2005
Well, I’ve posted some more pix of the guitar project. The first set shows Randy Simon cutting out the body, and doing some work on it. It also shows the body after the edges had been rounded by a router, and the two top cut-outs shaped for ergonomic considerations. The last three pix depict some finish tests.
The second set shows the assembled guitar, the wood still unfinished, and a few details remaining to be addressed. The edges of the neck block (on the back of the body where the ferrules and screws are) needs to be rounded, and a small portion of the body leading to the neck pocket needs rounding also. The string ferrules are not installed, and will be pushed into their holes when finishing is complete.
I’ve had the guitar in this assembled form for a few weeks now and, aside from some very minor issues, I really love the way it feels and sounds.
Nov 23 2005
No Cow
By Sander Roscoe Wolff
11-23-05 @ 11:46 PM
One wonders when the unity of two divides.
The insides of an insight aren’t pretty.
This city knows no bounds.
This half human, ranting at the moon,
Evokes a taste of lye and lemon,
Burning in one’s mouth.
Nov 18 2005
It has been a long and winding road (as Paul used to say), and although it isn’t quite over yet, I reached an important milestone yesterday. As you may know from previous entries, I’ve been working on the construction of a custom guitar for a good long time. I ordered a beautiful custom neck (24 3/4″ scale ‘LP Conversion’ with flame maple & a pau farro fingerboard, with high-tech Planet Waves tuners & a corion nut) from warmouth, hunted down some curly African mahogany, designed the body shape and had Randy Simon carve it for me, had Seymour Duncan design a custom pickup based on my specs, and handed everything over to Steve Soest for routing, drilling, and assembly.
Oct 22 2005
A few weeks ago I wandered out of the house for some forgotten reason and, much to my surprise, saw this in the night sky. I realized that it probably wasn’t a jet trail from a plane, mostly because it was so twisty. Also, although it is hard to tell in the pic, and even in real life, the thing was quite vast. At first I thought it was a failed rocket test, and the fuel trail had drifted from the sea over to us. I found out, sometime later, that it was from a spent rocket booster used in launching a satelite. Still, it was quite lovely and breathtaking.
Oct 19 2005
My Ass
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
My ass offends.
Its crass, my ass,
Releasing gas as
Passers by vie for
Fresh air.
Oct 19 2005
Man-Paste
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
[Note: This poem was created with words considered to be most hated by the poets of Literotica]
Sausage, bubbling with
Maggots and Man-Paste,
Squishes between my toes
As my throbbing manhood drips
Phlegm.
Oct 19 2005
How To Bury A Quaker
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
I drop the kids off at the pool,
Bake a brownie,
Make doughnuts,
Make some non-edible play-doh, and
Deliver an apple brown betty.
Oct 18 2005
A History Of Madness
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
The cigarette ash burns long as the song plays out on the stout man’s handsome victrola, turned softly toward the dawn. Music becomes a pawn in this game of life. His wife, a slight thing, wrings her hands and cries with eyes full of tears. Years pass and no one knows of the faded memories of seas and songs, of travels beyond this conduit of moments. Tents rise, and nomads rest, the dust and sand caressed their skin and eyes. Horses and camels with detailed enameled reins spit and whinny as the sun lights upon the face of Albert Finney as Geoffrey Firmin, drunk on loss and draped in ermine, waiting for Jacqueline, beset by ghosts that never rest. The faded streets that run along these ancient ways bring faded days to faded ends, resplendent in the dust of history. Continue Reading »
Oct 16 2005
Last night I attended the opening reception of a themed art show called Home and/or Homeless. One of the three jurors were in attendance, as were many of the participating artists. I found it fascinating that, even though there were an amazing variety of media and concepts, the entire show felt cohesive. Photographs, paintings, sculptures, mixed media, and installation pieces lived comfortably together in the gallery space, and outside in the Sato Garden. Continue Reading »
