Dom's Rambles

I've always liked my guitar sound to be as dirty and rough-edged as possible and as far as I'm concerned the combination of a Les Paul guitar, DOD American Metal distortion pedal and Marshall amp pretty much represents the Holy Grail. I've never really got on with elaborate banks of signal processors and the only effect I ever considered indispensable was the wah-wah pedal. I've been looking to buy a new one for a while now, ever since I flogged my Morley during a period of severe financial embarrassment a couple of years back. I had a go on several of the Jim Dunlop Cry Baby range recently but wasn't quite impressed enough to shell out the hard-earned for one. Then, I came across the Ibanez Weeping Demon. Despite having a name which sounds a lot like a euphemism for some condition requiring the urgent attention of the local STI clinic, this piece of kit is the absolute dog's bollocks and I am now the proud owner of one.
Tempted as I am to compose a gushing review of the thing, I have another seriously overdue piece to get finished, so if you'll excuse me, there's a little more venom needs spitting in the direction of a certain ex of mine.

UPDATE: There seems to have been a little confusion regarding that comment I signed off with. I don’t mean I’m intending to spit venom at my last girlfriend – i.e. the one I got myself into such a sorry state over recently. I mean the one I got pregnant in the summer of 2006, the one I referred to at the end of Unfinished Business. Part 1: Lydia.
Besides, if I wanted to vent my spleen in that direction I wouldn't need 5,000 plus words, I could spit it out in a single paragraph.
I might do so by saying that there’s something a little odd about a thirty seven year old woman who lies about her age, pretends not to have any children and whose obsessive need to socialise with the friends of her teenage son (and all the time within some bizarre late Eighties time warp) borders on the neurotic. I might also remark that such behavior is a quite obvious – and desperate - attempt to recapture the youth she felt she missed out on by being trapped in a loveless marriage from the age of nineteen right through to her early thirties.
Bitter and twisted - me?

posted by Dom  # 7:58 PM