I mainlined my McCarty through my PRS amps today. I was so high afterward that I had to be physically restrained in a rubber room.
Doctors were called to come in and give me a prescription for a bad case of rhythm and blues.
"This man is addicted to amplifiers," I heard one of them say. "The disease is incurable, and unfortunately he will spend the rest of his life endlessly checking out tube amplifiers unless we..."
I was delirious and couldn't quite make out the rest of the plan for my treatment, but I think I heard the words "electroshock" and "to be monitored only through tube-based equipment."
It's the wrong diagnosis, of course. I'm not addicted to amplifiers. Amplifiers do something else for me. They take me to very remote, inaccessible places. Otherworldly places.
I'll bet a good amp does the same thing for you.
The docs have tried to cut me off from all sources of checking out amplifiers. No internet. So what? I'm actually creating this post via mental telepathy - and no guitar magazines.
Wait, the nurse just came in with a sedative. Aaaahhh. That helps.
But that won't stop me. I've mainlined too many guitar and amp combos. It's given me an Awareness Spectrum, kind of like the Spice Melange gave the Guild Navigators, or the Bene Gesserit in the Dune trilogy.
Ever hear about the "remote viewing" Stargate Project the CIA conducted in the 1970s? Well, it was real, and I was a participant. I won't say whether the CIA paid me to play through lots of guitar amps, and then remotely view secret information on other galaxies (that's still classified), but I did learn how to remotely view certain things and, of course, post about amps on the web without so much as touching a computer.
See how easy this is? Child's play if you're into the Amp Spice Melange.
Oh, I have to stop now. They're coming.
Shhhh. Don't say anything. I don't want them to know I can do this.
Doctors were called to come in and give me a prescription for a bad case of rhythm and blues.
"This man is addicted to amplifiers," I heard one of them say. "The disease is incurable, and unfortunately he will spend the rest of his life endlessly checking out tube amplifiers unless we..."
I was delirious and couldn't quite make out the rest of the plan for my treatment, but I think I heard the words "electroshock" and "to be monitored only through tube-based equipment."
It's the wrong diagnosis, of course. I'm not addicted to amplifiers. Amplifiers do something else for me. They take me to very remote, inaccessible places. Otherworldly places.
I'll bet a good amp does the same thing for you.
The docs have tried to cut me off from all sources of checking out amplifiers. No internet. So what? I'm actually creating this post via mental telepathy - and no guitar magazines.
Wait, the nurse just came in with a sedative. Aaaahhh. That helps.
But that won't stop me. I've mainlined too many guitar and amp combos. It's given me an Awareness Spectrum, kind of like the Spice Melange gave the Guild Navigators, or the Bene Gesserit in the Dune trilogy.
Ever hear about the "remote viewing" Stargate Project the CIA conducted in the 1970s? Well, it was real, and I was a participant. I won't say whether the CIA paid me to play through lots of guitar amps, and then remotely view secret information on other galaxies (that's still classified), but I did learn how to remotely view certain things and, of course, post about amps on the web without so much as touching a computer.
See how easy this is? Child's play if you're into the Amp Spice Melange.
Oh, I have to stop now. They're coming.
Shhhh. Don't say anything. I don't want them to know I can do this.
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