MAY 19, 2018
The Palladium
Worcester, MA

MAY 20, 2018
The Howard Theatre
Washington DC

MAY 26, 2018
Centro de Bellas Artes Luis A. Ferre
San Juan, Puerto Rico


JUN 16, 2018
Guitar & songwriting clinics at
SLAM In Airdrie
Airdrie, Canada
FB event page HERE



JUN 22, 2018
Hellfest festival
Clisson, France

JUN 23, 2018
Graspop festival
Dessel, Belgium

JUN 24, 2018
Teatro Degli Arcimbodi festival
Milan, Italy

JUN 26, 2018
Prague, Czechia

JUN 27, 2018
Leipzig, Germany

JUN 28, 2018
Leeuwarden, The Netherlands

JUN 30, 2018
Be Prog! My Friend festival
Barcelona, Spain
Facebook Event page

JUL 1, 2018
Ramblin' Man festival
Maidstone, England

JUL 2, 2018
Motherwell Concert Hall
Motherwell, England

JUL 3, 2018
Belfast, N. Ireland

JUL 4, 2018
Tivoli Theatre
Dublin, Ireland

JUL 6, 2018
Helgeafestivalen festival
Knislinge, Sweden

JUL 7, 2018
The Haunt
Brighton, England

JUL 8, 2018
Rescue Rooms
Nottingham, England

JUL 14, 2018
Dynamo Metal Fest
Eindhoven, The Netherlands
Facebook Event page

AUG 3, 2018
Wacken Open Air festival
Wacken, Germany

AUG 18, 2018
Prog In Park Fest
Warsaw, Poland
Facebook Event page

AUG 19, 2018
Barba Negra
Budapest, Hungary


SEP 7, 2018
Prog Power USA
Atlanta, GA



SEP 10, 2018
Big Cat
Osaka, Japan

SEP 11, 2018
Liquid Room
Tokyo, Japan

SEP 12, 2018
Liquid Room
Tokyo, Japan



SEP 15, 2018
Raismes Fest
Raismes, France

SEP 19, 2018
Moscow, Russia

SEP 22, 2018
Ancient Roman Theater
Plovdiv, Bulgaria

SEP 24, 2018
Fuzz Club
Athens, Greece

SEP 26, 2018
Tel Aviv, Israel

SEP 29, 2018
Bristol, England

SEP 30, 2018
The Garage
Glasgow, Scotland

OCT 1, 2018
Manchester Academy 2
Manchester, England

OCT 6, 2018
Esch-sur-Alzette, Luxembourg

OCT 8, 2018
Komplex 457
Zurich, Switzerland

OCT 12, 2018
Paris, France

OCT 13, 2018
Very Prog Festival
Toulouse, France

OCT 15, 2018
Radiant Bellevue
Lyon, France

OCT 16, 2018
La Laiterie
Strasbourg, France




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 that I knew of, 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 all glossy and curved, and it just didn't feel right. In the other 2 guitars I'd 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 alot of extra junk. Ya know, junk is only junk to someone that has no use for the stuff. Eventually I replaced the old nut with a locking nut.

I always loved "B" movies. Low-budget horror movies and weird stuff. Check out 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 and shit. One kid sat through the whole movie with his hands over his eyes saying "Tell me when it's over..." - that kid 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 ya 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. Real hard to stay friends with the kid, which sucked cause we had alot of common interests.

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, his ass laughed too and busted out this phat trombone hit. 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 lookin' 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, just for the fuck of it. 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 a bit heavy too and would roll around the floor on his stomach. Funny band. We just didn't give a fuck. We'd put up flyers around High Schools 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 naked fat woman bent over showin' her shit, 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 loved anal.
At one gig in Brooklyn at 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 and everyone in the audience held their ears in pain. So 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 ever spent at L'Amour. I was such a dick. It was the 80's - everyone was a dick.




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