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Yo Plank Spanker,Looks like the crotch of a bang stallion to me!
A poignant observation, mymaaaaaaaaaaaan!
BANG STALLIONS UNITE !!!!
DFD
Yo Plank Spanker,Looks like the crotch of a bang stallion to me!
Looks like the crotch of a bang stallion to me!
Shazam!!!!!
DFD
There was a gleam.... there was a gleeeeeeeeam....
The Raven has laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanded!!!!! My Maaaaaaaan Raven 17 enters the fray! Building The Perfect Beast from The East! We have a long six-string rock history, Wild Man! I remember the sea was angry several years ago when you spied a Tremonti Axe of The Ages at The PRS Experience. Then, as if we were unwitting participants in a slow-moving reality show, Mark Tremonti appeared in the sawdust-laden factory with video entourage in tow, and signed the back of the headie of your new Beast from The East! Now, years later, I sit down to raise my heavy-metal fist to your post. I crank "Metal Will Never Die" the last recording by the late, great Ronnie James Dio, with David "Rock" Feinstein of The Rods, on lead-axe duty. I Fly Metal. Then the emotions of our fateful day in six-string rock history overtake me. I shift gears, to Creed's "With Arms Wide Open," and burst into hard-rock man tears at the hard-rock/heavy-metal memory, which is actually in slow motion. I always get choked up when I remember our timely brush with Tremonti as security shooed everyone out of the dusty, deserted Willie Wonka factory, as we stood strong, and Shouted at The Devil. I don't know if it's the heavy-metal emotions, turbulent like the Chesapeake Bay that day, or the sawdust in the stagnant, stale factory air, or the extreme amount of high-gloss-nitro-cellulose-lacquer inhalation upstairs with Paul Milez and The Noize Boyz earlier that afternoon. Still, the misty, water-colored memory remains. I raise a toast, Raven 17! And I must interject that your Raven forum monicker brings us to the fact, as we celebrate the 30th Anniversary of Paul Reed Smith's epic six-string journey, there is another anniversary at hand, my maaaaaaaaan Raven 17! 'Tis the 170th Anniversary of "The Raven," the epic-and-creepy poem by another legendary eastern-seaboard artist/wild child; the one-and-only Edgar Allen Poe. The New York Evening Mirror first published Poe's legendary poem in 1845. I recall, after several quaffs, Poe's line, which always takes me back to the turbulent spirit of the Chesapeake Bay and our sordid, late-afternoon, six-string Tremonti /Experience encounter: "Get thee back into The Tempest and The Night's Plutonian shore! Quoth The Raven: 'Nevermore!'" I have no idea what it means. Still, the memory, and the song, remains the same (misplaced-Led Zeppelin reference withstanding).LMAO :spitcoffee:
Great guitar, great thread
The Raven has laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanded!!!!! My Maaaaaaaan Raven 17 enters the fray! Building The Perfect Beast from The East! We have a long six-string rock history, Wild Man! I remember the sea was angry several years ago when you spied a Tremonti axe of the Ages at The PRS Experience. Then, as if we were unwitting participants in a slow-moving reality show, Mark Tremonti appeared in the sawdust-laden factory with video entourage in tow, and signed the back of the headie of your new Beast from The East! Now, years later, I sit down to raise my heavy-metal fist to your post. I crank "Metal Will Never Die" the last recording by the late, great Ronnie James Dio, with David "Rock" Feinstein of The Rods, on lead-axe duty. I Fly Metal. Then the emotions of our fateful day in six-string rock history overtake me. I shift gears, to Creed's "With Arms Wide Open," and burst into hard-rock man tears at the hard-rock/heavy-metal memory, which is actually in slow motion. I always get choked up when I remember our timely brush with Tremonti as security shooed everyone out of the dusty, deserted Willie Wonka factory, as we stood strong, and Shouted at The Devil. I don't know if it's the heavy-metal emotions, turbulent like the Chesapeake Bay that day, or the sawdust in the stagnant, stale factory air, or the extreme amount of high-gloss-nitro-cellulose-lacquer inhalation upstairs with Paul Milez and The Noize Boyz earlier that afternoon. Still, the misty, water-colored memory remains. I raise a toast, Raven 17! And I must interject that your Raven forum monicker brings us to the fact, as we celebrate the 30th Anniversary of Paul Reed Smith's epic six-string journey, there is another anniversary at hand, my maaaaaaaaan Raven 17! 'Tis the 170th Anniversary of "The Raven," the epic-and-creepy poem by another legendary eastern-seaboard artist/wild child; the one-and-only Edgar Allen Poe. The New York Evening Mirror first published Poe's legendary poem in 1845. I recall, after several quaffs, Poe's line, which always takes me back to the turbulent spirit of the Chesapeake Bay and our sordid, late-afternoon, six-string Tremonti /Experience encounter: "Get thee back into The Tempest and The Night's Plutonian shore! Quoth The Raven: 'Nevermore!'" I have no idea what it means. Still, the memory, and the song, remains the same (misplaced-Led Zeppelin reference withstanding).
-DFD
As Poe might say: "Keep it Brutal, Brother Raven 17!"
Great question, Serge Protector! The photo of 11Top De Pfennrock (in his trademark Joseph A Bank leather sportcoat), you and me was most certainly taken at BWI airport, as 11'ner n' I left Wonkaville, MD, this past Rocktober 2014, knowing full-well that the Winter Gray Feather-Crotch Beast from The East was "in motion" at The PRS Factory. I remember that you appeared to be disoriented, and were rambling on about catching a connecting flight to Thailand to meet Dr. Know... (or whatever his name is). I remember, despite my sleep-deprived state, that you were on yet another Pina-Colada tear, and Trini, the flamboyant airport bartender, appeared to be exasperated with your repeated demands that the rim of your cocktail glass be coated with a rare Parisian Herve Villechaize Fantasy Island Cocktail Sugar. Clearly, Trini had run out of the rare sugar. Still, you persisted. I didn't care. It's Only Rock n' Roll! But I hope you left Trini a nice airport-bar-sized tip for all of his above-and-beyond services. When you insisted that Trini cut open his last coconut to be the organic vessel for your final Pina Colada round, I remember thinking, Serge Protector has a need for speed that rivals Maverick and Iceman....
DFD
Ricardo Montalban is STILL haunted by visions of Tattoo in "rich Corinthian leather".
I respectfully disagree.
I have proof from a close-personal friend that Ricardo was always fond of Herve being dressed in Corinthian leather. He felt it promoted masculinity, and was his second-favoritie piece of "Meninist" propaganda next to the OJ Simpson-for-Dingo Boots-third-leg-marketing strategy.
Very well-stated, Serge Protector. The Juice, an absolute marketing Godsend for the three-legged Dingo campaign, propelled many of us into a relentless sales orgy of rounded-toe, reddish-colored western-style boots. Still, I find it strange that when it comes to incredibly-courageous pop-culture shifts, I'm once-again the one flying the Michael/Ridgeley Rock-n-Roll Freek Flag. The Wham! duo's edgy 1984 "Choose Life" t-shirt campaign during the "Wake Me Up (Before You Go-Go) video struck a cultural nerve at a fever pitch rivaling Van Halen's 1984. The flamboyant duo's "Wake Me Up" lyrics, "You put the boom-boom into my heart... you send my soul sky-high when your lovin' starts... You put the jitterbug into my brain... it goes bang bang bang until my feet do the same" created a Morrisonlike/Doors revolution at the midpoint of the 80s pantheon of killer, good-time anthems. Who cares if neither Michael nor Ridgeley ever unleashed Jitterbug-style moves? No one! That's who!I respectfully disagree.
I have proof from a close-personal friend that Ricardo was always fond of Herve being dressed in Corinthian leather. He felt it promoted masculinity, and was his second-favoritie piece of "Meninist" propaganda next to the OJ Simpson-for-Dingo Boots-third-leg-marketing strategy.