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




Vigier spent 5 months building this guitar by hand - it's truly a masterpiece. Incredible detail on the guitar, down to the toenails. When you bend down the vibrato bar, wings pop out of the sides. They gave me this guitar at the NAMM convention in Los Angeles, January 1998. Plays and sounds the best of all my guitars - it's my main guitar.

It has one push/pull volume knob, that switches the humbuckers into single-coils, and a 3-way toggle switch to select pickups. DiMarzio pickups - Tone Zone at the bridge, Chopper at the neck.

This guitar gets some funny reactions. At the airport when it goes through the X-ray machine, it's always the same confused look - you'd think airport security never saw a bag with a giant electronic foot in it. At NAMM shows, kids always laugh at the guitar - then I open the wings and they really laugh. If something makes kids laugh, keep it. Example - my car. I have this old Hyundai Excel with 140,000 miles on it. Those cars are great - they last forever and barely use any gas - it's my second Hyundai Excel. I drove my first Hyundai into the ground - I bought it from this slimebag who put the wrong brakes on the car just so it would appear sellable. So one night I'm driving home with my girl at 2am from Long Island and BAM! there's a trail of car parts on the road behind me and I have no brakes. Luckily it happened 2 miles from my house on an empty road, going slightly uphill. I had just driven 70 miles at 70 miles an hour and by the grace of God it happened when it did. I had the car towed to a shop where they showed me what happened, how the guy cut away parts of brakes from another car to make them fit in my Hyundai and how it was a matter of time before they fell out. I went back to the guy that sold me the car and he offered me $100 to go away. All I wanted was for him to pay my $500 bill for getting new brakes. He wouldn't, so I sued the piece of shit and got my money. I never forgot it, and often thought about going back for the slimebag, but didn't bother. It's best when ya sit back and watch nature do its thing - karma will take care of him.

I used that car to drive 500 miles and back to North Carolina where my girlfriend was going to vet school, about a dozen times. I'd finish giving guitar lessons Friday 10:30 at night, drive for 9 hours, spend the weekend with her, and when she left for school Monday morning, I'd leave for NYC and drive straight to the music institute Monday afternoon and start teaching. The school was knocked down and replaced by a McDonald's a few years ago. Don't hate McDonald's. They started as one man's small business, and are an example of what one person can achieve if they try. They feed people and give people jobs, and donate a bigger percentage of their income than most people that hate them do. Wendy's spicy chicken burgers are my shit tho.

Back to the car, it reached a point where I couldn't make it up a hill, and actually started rolling backwards when I tried. So I parted with my red Hyundai and got a gray Mercury Topaz. That car was good too, but every fuckin' week a cop would pull me over and give me a ticket for whatever they could. After that car died I got another Hyundai Excel, the one I have now. When we were filming the T-Jonez video, we needed some more footage. We filmed a wrestling match on Frank's bed [Bumblefoot bassist 2000/2001] between me and 3 curvy ladies, we filmed Olivia [Bumblefoot drummer 2000/2001] beating up some streetwalkers with a garbage can, and filmed a big intro where the car pulls up to a club, the band gets out of the car and walks up the red carpet while a roped-in crowd cheers us on. So I painted my Hyundai green and orange swirls for the film shoot, *assuming* the next heavy rain would wash away the paint. It didn't. The car also had zebra window-shades, cow-print seat covers, fuzzy dice hangin' off the mirror, strings of gold beads hanging across the windows, and a big rotating lit-up disco ball on the top. My car is still green and yellow with the cow seats. It makes kids laugh when I drive by. So I keep it. Turns out we didn't even use any of the footage.

Usually at NAMM shows, after days of noise and staying at the booth I get a little "anxious". So I turn the amp up loud, step into the middle of the aisle where people are walking and do a spontaneous "guitar solo" where I start twisting violently on the floor making horrible noises with the wings flapping on the guitar, legs in the air, and a crowd of bystanders scratching their heads. Fuck 'em if they can't appreciate performance art.


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