Bedroom rig all ready to go

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Techdeth said:
I’ll get on that tomorrow . I barely can play much still. Almost healed . Went live and shredded some blues last night . You need to come and I’ll play some blues for you
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And all his loneliness you will try to sooth.

 
lester said:
Yeah, those clippers, they be looking pretty shiney. Wonder if Tech bro ever got inspired. What he's dealing with now he's definitely gonna need a couple more hands on the situation - a soak of them tootsies, a dry and someone who can operate a Makita XAG04Z with a 60 grade sanding wheel
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lol yes
 
Techdeth said:
It’s fun one ! I use it live when I do I get hired for non metal gigs
I used with reggae blues band and it delivers
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Reggae Blues? How does that work.

Oh I woke up this morning, and Bob Marley was dead.
Yeah I woke up this morning, and Bob Marley was dead.
My lady had stole my weed and wallet.
And some cunt’s pissed the fucking bed.

Oh my Rasta flag caught fire, and my dreadlocks are falling out.
Peter Tosh is fucking liar, and my landlord is never about.
I’d be on that fucking Windrush, just as quick as you like.
But I ain’t got no ticket, and that bitch done stole my bike.

Oh baby I’ve got ‘em - I got the Reggae Blues.
Yeah babe I sure got ‘em - I got the Reggae Blues.
If you think you can handle it - well no shit.
Just spend an hour in my shoes.
 
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Solarflares said:
Reggae Blues? How does that work.

Oh I woke up this morning, and Bob Marley was dead.
Yeah I woke up this morning, and Bob Marley was dead.
My lady had stole my weed and wallet.
And some cunt’s pissed the fucking bed.

Oh my Rasta flag caught fire, and my dreadlocks are falling out.
Peter Tosh is fucking liar, and my landlord is never about.
I’d be on that fucking Windrush, just as quick as you like.
But I ain’t got no ticket, and that bitch done stole my bike.

Oh baby I’ve got ‘em - I got the Reggae Blues.
Yeah babe I sure got ‘em - I got the Reggae Blues.
If you think you can handle it - well no shit.
Just spend an hour in my shoes.
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They played reggae and blues and pop and rap
I had to do it all
I hated rapping though
 
Techdeth said:
They played reggae and blues and pop and rap
I had to do it all
I hated rapping though
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Fuck that. I can’t be arsed. Lol

I had some gigs lined up with Tony Ellis’ Babatunde in Stockholm in ‘87. Turned out it was strict wanky pop-party Reggae, and I couldn’t get off that stage quick enough. Now I love me some Dub, and I’m good, but everything I did was wrong in their eyes. I was the only white guy in the band. They spent our entire fees on Coke, and I had to pay for my taxi home, as no-one owned a car.
He’d been a mate for 3 years, but I told him straight to fuck right off with his demeaning shit, and that if I saw him in a bar anywhere, I wouldn’t expect to be paying for a drink all night.
 
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Solarflares said:
Fuck that. I can’t be arsed.
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As long as I have to solos to where I got the crowd in the palm of my hand I’ll do it
. Nothing like that power when you got the entire room locked . I live fir that shit
 
Techdeth said:
As long as I have to solos to where I got the crowd in the palm of my hand I’ll do it
. Nothing like that power when you got the entire room locked . I live fir that shit
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Mate. I would do so much drugs and alcohol in rock bands. Mushrooms, dope and booze mainly, with the odd Valium.
Playing with 5Kw of monitors, and 2Kw of side-fill with Phillishaves. My rig was 200W with 4 4x12’s and I couldn’t hear it. The lights would cook you every night, to the extent you couldn’t feel anything anymore.
Girls at the front would lick the sweat off the back of my outstretched hand. People would cry, and the crowd would sway as one. Yeah, what a trip. This is some good shit. Welcome to the Twilight Zone.
I was sure I was pissing myself at some points, but not 100% definite, since I was wringing head to toe.
Only rinsing my pants and socks out in the hotel room later, with the water turning yellow - could I confirm that yes, I’d wet myself, a lot.
 
Tech only has a bedroom rig so he can impress his ladies with his version of "Breezin" by George Benson after "the magic happens".
 
Solarflares said:
Mate. I would do so much drugs and alcohol in rock bands. Mushrooms, dope and booze mainly, with the odd Valium.
Playing with 5Kw of monitors, and 2Kw of side-fill with Phillishaves. My rig was 200W with 4 4x12’s and I couldn’t hear it. The lights would cook you every night, to the extent you couldn’t feel anything anymore.
Girls at the front would lick the sweat off the back of my outstretched hand. People would cry, and the crowd would sway as one. Yeah, what a trip. This is some good shit. Welcome to the Twilight Zone.
I was sure I was pissing myself at some points, but not 100% definite, since I was wringing head to toe.
Only rinsing my pants and socks out in the hotel room later, with the water turning yellow - could I confirm that yes, I’d wet myself, a lot.
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That's great but could you fire a football over a fucking mountain like my Uncle Rico? Over a fucking mountain.
 
Solarflares said:
Mate. I would do so much drugs and alcohol in rock bands. Mushrooms, dope and booze mainly, with the odd Valium.
Playing with 5Kw of monitors, and 2Kw of side-fill with Phillishaves. My rig was 200W with 4 4x12’s and I couldn’t hear it. The lights would cook you every night, to the extent you couldn’t feel anything anymore.
Girls at the front would lick the sweat off the back of my outstretched hand. People would cry, and the crowd would sway as one. Yeah, what a trip. This is some good shit. Welcome to the Twilight Zone.
I was sure I was pissing myself at some points, but not 100% definite, since I was wringing head to toe.
Only rinsing my pants and socks out in the hotel room later, with the water turning yellow - could I confirm that yes, I’d wet myself, a lot.
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lol that’s wild . Thc abs shrooms truly on the drugs I’d do . I joke alot on here but shrooms yes yes yes
I’m doing some tonight when o go live on YouTube at 11pm lol
 
Techdeth said:
lol that’s wild . Thc abs shrooms truly on the drugs I’d do . I joke alot on here but shrooms yes yes yes
I’m doing some tonight when o go live on YouTube at 11pm lol
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Here’s a story from my book which will never get written.
I turn up to a rural festival gig in a huge barn somewhere in Wales, UK.
I am lit up like a Xmas tree, and have been for days.
The weather is horrible, and the wind is wildly whipping the corrugated iron single entrance door so hard it would break your arm. We trawl through 3” of mud with all the gear, and a brave soul holds the door.
Fuck me, this place is weird. There’s little fireplaces in the walls all around, it’s straw on the earth floor, and the PA is huge. I then notice a long row of trestle tables set up. Well, they had every kind of hash cookie known to man, hash-fudge, hot-knives, home-brew beer with hash - you name it. But at the end was a table with two huge urns with lights on them. Oh shit - Mushroom Tea!! 50p a cup. Right, I’ll have 3 cups please. 3? It’s a bit strong mate. Don’t worry, just give me 3 buddy. I’d done 250 that morning - I ain’t gonna feel it right?
Next minute I’m onstage. No soundcheck, and the band are counting off. OK, in we go.
1st number, huge solo at the end. I realise the sound guy has put loads of echo on the guitar. It was ridiculous.
I stop the gig, and get the guy to come to the stage. I’ve got a Wem Copycat and an Echoplex, can you fucking see them? Take the echo off.
We start the second number. Bags of echo. Fucking hell. I picked up the amp’s mic and stand, and launched them through the air towards the desk, then turned my amp up to almost full. I can see people fussing around me, but that was when that mushroom tea kicked-in. Oh fucking hell. People had no faces. The barn turned into some medieval war movie setting, and I think I pissed myself a bit too.
So we get through the gig, and I disappear into the back. Here, says someone. You can sit in the back barn if you like - there’s a heater.
So in I go. It’s very dark, but there’s a jet-type space-heater going (the only light), and one armchair. Perfect. So I set out to roll a decent spliff, and just come down a bit. It’s all a bit much, and was getting a bit demonic out there. Thank god I’m in here. So, I’m sitting there, smoking away, and I start to take note of my surroundings. There’s overalls and coats hung up all around me. Oh but fucking holy Christ they’ve got what look like faces. The whole fucking barn is waving around and breathing in and out like it’s alive. Oh god!
Those faces are getting closer I’m sure. I know I was alone. What the fuck is happening?
That jet-heater is now sounding like a rocket taking off, and I swear it’s going to explode.
The coats and faces are close now. That’s it, they’re gonna get me. I’ve seen Dr.Who. I know what can happen.
I huddle into a ball on the chair, and peek out between my fingers. Jesus! One face at waist height detaches itself from the gloom, and steadily gets nearer. Oh no, it’s got fucking horns on it. Looking straight at me. That’s it. This is the Devil. I am going to die!
All I could do was scream. The door opens, and someone walks in, and says - Are you ok? Why are you sitting in the dark? Then the light goes on above me.
Those shapes and faces were just overalls with hard-hats on the pegs, some painted with joke eyes, and I realise that for 30 minutes - I’d been sharing the room with an actual Goat!
The farmer had brought him in out the bad weather.
Can’t remember much else, except I know me and the goat got wrecked on joints, and I woke up in my bed 20 miles away in the morning - without the goat!
 
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Solarflares said:
Here’s a story from my book which will never get written.
I turn up to a rural festival gig in a huge barn somewhere in Wales, UK.
I am lit up like a Xmas tree, and have been for days.
The weather is horrible, and the wind is wildly whipping the corrugated iron single entrance door so hard it would break your arm. We trawl through 3” of mud with all the gear, and a brave soul holds the door.
Fuck me, this place is weird. There’s little fireplaces in the walls all around, it’s straw on the earth floor, and the PA is huge. I then notice a long row of trestle tables set up. Well, they had every kind of hash cookie known to man, hash-fudge, hot-knives, home-brew beer with hash - you name it. But at the end was a table with two huge urns with lights on them. Oh shit - Mushroom Tea!! 50p a cup. Right, I’ll have 3 cups please. 3? It’s a bit strong mate. Don’t worry, just give me 3 buddy. I’d done 250 that morning - I ain’t gonna feel it right?
Next minute I’m onstage. No soundcheck, and the band are counting off. OK, in we go.
1st number, huge solo at the end. I realise the sound guy has put loads of echo on the guitar. It was ridiculous.
I stop the gig, and get the guy to come to the stage. I’ve got a Wem Copycat and an Echoplex, can you fucking see them? Take the echo off.
We start the second number. Bags of echo. Fucking hell. I picked up the amp’s mic and stand, and launched them through the air towards the desk, then turned my amp up to almost full. I can see people fussing around me, but that was when that mushroom tea kicked-in. Oh fucking hell. People had no faces. The barn turned into some medieval war movie setting, and I think I pissed myself a bit too.
So we get through the gig, and I disappear into the back. Here, says someone. You can sit in the back barn if you like - there’s a heater.
So in I go. It’s very dark, but there’s a jet-type space-heater going, and one armchair. Perfect. So I set out to roll a decent spliff, and just come down a bit. It’s all a bit much, and was getting a bit demonic out there. Thank god I’m in here. So, I’m sitting there, smoking away, and I start to take note of my surroundings. There’s overalls and coats hung up all around me. Oh but fucking holy Christ they’ve got what look like faces. The whole fucking barn is waving around and breathing in and out like it’s alive. Oh god!
Those faces are getting closer I’m sure. I know I was alone. What the fuck is happening?
That jet-heater is now sounding like a rocket taking off, and I swear it’s going to explode.
The coats and faces are close now. That’s it, they’re gonna get me.
I huddle into a ball on the chair, and peek out between my fingers. Jesus! One face at waist height detaches itself from the gloom, and steadily gets nearer. Oh no, it’s got fucking horns on it. That’s it. This is the Devil. I am going to die!
All I could do was scream. The door opens, and someone walks in, and says - Are you ok? Why are you sitting in the dark? Then the light goes on above me.
Those shapes and faces were just overalls with hard-hats on the pegs, some painted with joke eyes, and I realise that for 30 minutes - I’d been sharing the room with an actual Goat!
The farmer had brought him in out the bad weather.
Can’t remember much else, except I know me and the goat got wrecked on joints, and I woke up in my bed 20 miles away in the morning - without the goat!
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Here is mine:
YOU GOTTA ROLL WITH IT
YOU GOTTA TAKE YOUR TIME
GOTTA SAY WHAT YOU SAY
DONT LET ANYBODY GET IN YA WAY
CAUSE ITS ALL TOO MUCCHH
FOR ME TO TAAAAAKEEE
 
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