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I am now forbidden - yes, officially forbidden(!) - from moving amps and equipment around in my studio!

OK, I'm allowed to move the HXDA because it's on a cart on wheels. But that's it!

No lifting the DG30 head and cab and moving them to a different spot in the studio to find a cool spot where they sound best for a track; no lifting the Lone Star (even to put the wheels on it). Nothing. No putting the power conditioner in the rack I have for it. WTF?!?!

"Les, you've reached a point in life where you simply can't do the things you used to do without risk of further injury. If you have to move something, get a friend to help you."

I am so, totally, completely f*cked!

I have the attitude of a young guy, in the body of an old guy. What is up with this??!!?? You live a halfway decent life, you work hard, you achieve a modicum of success, you put your kids through college, and then what happens? I'll tell you what happens:

You get old and someone tells you that you can't move sh!t around in your own studio. You are forbidden!

Before you know it, you're wearing depends and drooling when you fall asleep at your dinner table. Then you're ashes in a freaking can or worm food.

There is something totally ass-backwards about this scenario, and I can't quite put my finger on it.... ;)
 
Two bulls sit atop a hill overlooking a herd of heifers.

The young bull turns to the old bull and exclaims, "Hey! Let's RUN down there and screw one of them!"

The old bull snorts, turns slowly from the naïve young bull toward the heifers below, and calmly says "No, kid. Let's walk down there... and screw them all."
 
You did what you thought was best at the time, don't beat yourself up about it. Good luck going ahead with the surgery.
 
In April our college football team is being inducted into the school's HOF. In reconnecting with some of the guys I was struck by how much of the conversation was focused on body parts that hurt chronically or no longer function properly. Too often the wisdom that comes with age is at the expense of physical health. Hope the surgery goes well.
 
It's a raw deal Les. I know my nature is such that I would be pissed off and rebellious and I would think up ways to cheat. My best hope is that my wife or daughters would make me promise to follow the guideline (which they had occasion to do about a year ago) and I would not break that promise.

Sorry, don't mean to sound like I'm lecturing, just trying to relate. I really just want it fixed.
 
There is something totally ass-backwards about this scenario, and I can't quite put my finger on it.... ;)

Of course you can't put your finger on it, you're forbidden!

I was racing with my 3 year old grandson yesterday. My legs are 3 times longer than his. He won half the time and wore me out.

That's not the worst of it. He was beating me after he had raced his mom, his dad, an aunt and an uncle for many, many repetitions previously.

We're old, Les, not dead. Enjoy the things you can at a pace that matches the moment. Then, with dignity, Geritol and a shot of Jameson, we can walk down the hill to the heffers.
 
Here's to successful treatment! It's easy to sit at my laptop and say be patient( it'll all work out, etc...) not having dealt with your problems. You have done your due diligence and opted for the best treatment based on the advice of several specialists and your own research. It can only get better now! I'm sending positive thoughts your way(as I'm sure many others are!) for a healthy recovery!!
 
Thanks for all the good wishes, guys. It just makes me kinda laugh at myself to be so at the mercy of my fragilities!

Two bulls sit atop a hill overlooking a herd of heifers.

The young bull turns to the old bull and exclaims, "Hey! Let's RUN down there and screw one of them!"

The old bull snorts, turns slowly from the naïve young bull toward the heifers below, and calmly says "No, kid. Let's walk down there... and screw them all."

That's a GREAT joke.

Of course, being an old bull, I could walk down there with the intention of screwing them all, but after one...I'd probably fall asleep. ;)
 
Of course you can't put your finger on it, you're forbidden!

I was racing with my 3 year old grandson yesterday. My legs are 3 times longer than his. He won half the time and wore me out.

I love visiting Chicago and seeing my two little grandkids (3 and 5), and having them come here, but at 6 AM they're at the foot of my bed saying "Grandpa, wake up and play with us!" so b'y 3 o'clock, I'm as useless as wet toast, and I desperately need a nap!

Yesterday afternoon I spoke with my daughter (their mom) and she said my grandson was learning about China in school, and they were going to have Chinese food (which he'd never tried) to go along with the learning theme.

I said, "Oh, I wish I was there, I know a lot about Chinese history that I could tell him"....but then I realized how much fun (groan) that would be for everyone, and said, "On second thought, maybe you're lucky I'm not going to be there."
 
Sounds like you need to buy more wheeled carts! :p

My wife likes to remind me that I'm getting older and can't do everything I used to do. Usually when I want to do something she doesn't want to do.
 
This is EXACTLY why you need a mini 25W Archon head that fits in your backpack...

and this is why you need a portable amp like THR10X.
 
This is EXACTLY why you need a mini 25W Archon head that fits in your backpack...

and this is why you need a portable amp like THR10X.

Careful now, don't keep poking Les with a stick. He'll unleash a heavily edited wall of text in bolds and italics that will raise his blood pressure to unsafe levels. We love him and don't want to see anything bad happen to him, that's why we never speak of modeling amps in his presence.

What is it with you and the backpacks? Are you planning some trench-coat-mafia-style attack on your high school by assaulting the student body with metal riffs 'cause they bully you for liking Dream Theater?

I mean, that is kinda cool.... I guess I wish more people thought like you.
 
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I'm over 60 and for the last 10 years have been more and more conscious that the window to do physically demanding tasks at any kind of reasonable level is closing.

So many of my generation feel young at heart and try and force aging bodies into demanding regimes. One friend swims a km and rides a bike 20 km nearly every day, another goes on long bike rides regularly and so on.

We come from a generation that lead, leaving aside Vietnam, lucky lives and timing to be alive, no major world wars, no major global depression, a generally reasonable, with many exceptions, standard of living. It's better to pretend that this can go on for ever and we will never get old.

For my part I would like to become a competent amateur musician before my ears, brain and fingers lose the plot. At the moment in this totally meaningless and ultimately futile dream I am just staying in touch with goal. Every day is short and there is so little time, make the most of it. 'Je ne regrette rien'
 
Heal up Les. I'll see you boys in June; this year I'll try to find you and say Hi. Last year Experience fell on my daughter's due date, and I only felt like staying for a little bit before my emotions got to me.

If anyone wants to jam, let me know.
 
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