guitar wishlist

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25 July 2008

Every year for christmas or my birthday people would ask me what i wanted, and ever year i said 'nothing much'! So this year I made my total guitar rig and wishlist...


Guitar:
Gibson Les Paul Studio
Fender American Standard (DiMarzio Area '58 neck, Area '61 bridge)


Amps:
VOX AC30
Fender Twin Reverb or Fender Dual Showman
Atomic Amps 112 15W


Effects chain:
POD X3 Live
Compressor MXR DynaComp
Distortion Proco RAT, Ibanez TS-9 (original), Marshall Guv'nor, Fulltone Fulldrive
Chorus BOSS CE-2 or BOSS CH-1
Phaser Boss PH-2
Delay Line 6 DL4, BOSS DD-6
Wah Crybaby Q (already have)
Volume pedal
Voodoo Labs PP2

EST price (with 2nd hand effects): $11190
I guess that's a wishlist for the next 10 years :P

July's Book List

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14 July 2008

Just Read:
Strange Objects by Gary Crew 7/10
The Language of God by Francis Collins (head of HGP) 5/10

Current Reading List:
The Rules of the Game by Neil Strauss
Vernon God Little by DBC Pierre (after 4 months, still...)
Speed Reading Book by Tony Buzan




Want to Read List:
still pending...

untitled

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13 July 2008

walking across the sands
in my eyes i see only you
moonlight across the sea
nowhere else i would rather be

under the stars we spin (and spin, spin)
intertwined in this web of love
eyes shut blind by you
there's nowhere else i'd rather be

but today
i look outside
this quiet dark night
and i see only my reflection
a world so dark, an imperfection

and if ever we part
say nought my dear heart
that fate has set us apart
but without rue
i love you

busy

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31 May 2008

i almost forgot this place exists. so much has been happening recently, i shall update this one soon.

a dream within a

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20 March 2008

take this kiss upon the brow!
and, in parting from you now,
thus much let me avow--
you are not wrong, who deem
that my days have been a dream;
yet if hope has flown away
in a night, or in a day,
in a vision, or in none,
is it therefore the less gone?
all that we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream.

i stand amid the roar
of a surf-tormented shore,
and i hold within my hand
grains of the golden sand--
how few! yet how they creep
through my fingers to the deep,
while i weep--while i weep!
o God! can i not grasp
them with a tighter clasp?
o God! can i not save
one from the pitiless wave?
is all that we see or seem
but a dream within a dream?


e a p.

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