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 NEXT APPEARANCE...






APR 5, 2020
Guitar workshop at
Centre de Musiques Amplifiees - Rockhal
Esch-sur-Alzette, Luxembourg
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APR 6, 2020
One-man 'Evening With' show at
Dingwalls
London, UK
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APR 7, 2020
To Be Announced
Witney, UK

APR 8, 2020
Guitar workshop at
Poppodium Duycker
Hoofddorp, Netherlands
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APR 9, 2020
'An Evening with' Bumblefoot concert at
Poppodium Duycker
Hoofddorp, Netherlands
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SONS OF APOLLO
S. AMERICA TOUR


APR 18 - Tom Brasil (Sao Paulo, Brazil)
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APR 19 - Circo Voador (Rio de Janeiro, Brazil)
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APR 21 - Blondie (Santiago, Chile)
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APR 23 - Teatro Flores (Buenos Aires, Argentina)
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JUL 6-10, 2020
Instructor & performer at
Great Guitar Escape
Glen Cove, NY



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THE MUTANT COW

OK, so I had the LesPaul rip-off and the Ibanez Artist, but nothing I could play Van Halen on. This was the early 80's and not alot of guitar companies were putting out guitars with Floyd Rose or Kahler vibrato bars on them available at local guitar shops, so for my 13th birthday I got a '57 Fender Stratocaster re-issue.

(photo taken Oct 30th, 1982)

I was psyched. It was a beautiful guitar. But the pickups squealed and had no sustain, and every time I touched the vibrato bar, the guitar would go out of tune. The fretboard was glossy and curved, and it just didn't feel right for me. In the other 2 guitars I had put in DiMarzio Super-Distortion pickups, so the first renovation I made on this guitar was to chisel away the wood around the bridge pickup and put one in there. Over the next few years, I earned money re-wiring people's guitars and gathered a lot of extra guitar parts. Eventually I replaced the old nut with a locking nut.

I always loved "B" movies. Low-budget horror movies and weird stuff, like the movie Gummo. I remember when I saw the movie "The Funhouse" with my friends, we were about 11 or 12 - back when kids could get into movie theaters without having to be 17. One kid sat through the whole movie with his hands over his eyes saying "Tell me when it's over..." - he was always taking the fun out of stuff. We'd be in the pool and he'd be clinging to the edge for dear life and wouldn't let go. (we're talking a small above-ground pool where the water's up to your chest when you stand up) - if ya suggested that he try walking to the middle of the pool he'd panic and say "I gotta go home" and scurry out of the pool and run home. A frustrating friendship.

I remember when we were 15 I tried to hook him up with this cute girl - we were all hangin' in my basement and I said something funny. As he laughed, he busted out this loud trombone-like fart. There was no hiding it. His face turned blue-ish white and he lowered his head and covered his face with his hands (kinda like when he was at the movies covering his face 4 years earlier) He must have sat like that for a good ten minutes. Probably the longest ten minutes of his life.

Jump ahead to late 1987. One of the scenes in "The Funhouse" stuck in my head, when the kids were checking out the freak show - they were looking at this cow, the cow turned its head and there was a second small mutated head growing off it. The Stratocaster would be my interpretation of that cow. I took a bass neck, pulled off the frets and cut the neck across at the 7th fret. I re-fretted the small neck with a spacing similar to a guitar's starting at the 12th fret. I put guitar tuners on the top of the neck and a locking nut. I bored out a section of the Stratocaster's body and attached the neck, and cut away wood to attach a pickup and a Badass bridge, set at the proper distance from the neck so the frets would intonate properly at 1-octave higher than a standard guitar (the strings on the little neck were tuned an octave higher.) I wired in a 3-way toggle switch to select either or both necks, and cut a whole straight through the body where the old input jack was, why not. Painted the guitar red on the front, blue on the back, and set a gold watch-on-a-chain into the body.

My fondest memory of this guitar was when I played with my old cover band "Leonard Nimoy." We played Aerosmith, AC/DC, Kiss, Scorpions, 70's covers... The drummer was great - he was real heavy, and at the end of every song he'd fall back into his chair exhausted, covered in sweat like he just ran a marathon. The other guitarist was pretty heavy too and would roll on the floor on his stomach. Funny band. We just didn't give a fuck. We'd put up flyers around the neighborhood advertising the band - the name "Leonard Nimoy" written in Star Trek lettering to make people think Spock was making an appearance somewhere, followed by a personal ad from a swingers magazine of a big naked woman bent over showin' herself fully, with a written description of her measurements and what she's looking for in a partner. Always a different ad for each gig, but they always coincidentally loved anal.
At one gig in Brooklyn at the venue L'Amour, it was the end of the show and I bent the highest note on the little neck and kept holding it, making it scream. It was so piercing, there were plenty of hands over ears in the audience. I just kept on ringing it out. And they kept holding their ears. Must have gone on for a good ten minutes - probably the longest ten minutes of their lives. OK, more like 10 seconds, but must have felt like ten minutes.

 

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