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  1. #49

    Join Date: Sep 2008
    Location: Edinburgh, Scotland
    ME: Ibanez 540PIIM
    Rig: Peavey 6505

    iTrader: 1 (100%)

    Quote Originally Posted by Chris View Post
    "Wú yán shèn yì zhī, shèn yì xíng.
    Tiān xià mò néng zhī, mò néng xíng." - Lao Tse

    http://www.facebook.com/thecolourpinkisgay - my band.

  2. #50

    Join Date: Jan 2009
    Location: London, Ontario, Canada
    ME: WarmothTele/SE245
    MA: Seagull S12+
    MB: Fender Jazz Bass V
    Rig: Egnater Renegade 65

    iTrader: 2 (100%)

    Quote Originally Posted by Stitch View Post
    I find the presence of copyright text entertaining, and the fact that I clicked on that link worrying.

  3. #51

    Join Date: Jan 2010
    Location: Damn near the north pole
    ME: EBMM JP7
    MB: Ibanez SDGR 705
    Rig: Axe Fx II

    iTrader: 1 (100%)

    Quote Originally Posted by Chris View Post

    The EX, however, is "that guitar" for me. I bought it with my paper route money when I was 13, traded it in at Daddy's Junky Music when I was about 15, and then found it again (the very same guitar) when I was 17 and have never let it go since. It's absolutely amazing, it sounds like nothing else. It's the combo of huge sentimental value + really unique sounding guitar. If my house caught on fire, the EX is the only one I'd run back in for. In all my years playing, I've probably logged more time on this one than all of my other guitars combined. It's worth absolutely nothing to anyone but me, but honestly if someone offered me ten grand for it, I'd turn them down. it has a BFGoodrich sticker on it that I put on there when I was 15, that reminds me of old friends and good times. It's a piece of my life, so to speak.
    Same story here, worked my ass off to afford my (purple) EX, it was a proud moment when I carried it out of the store
    I played my first gig on it(you could literally hear clacking sounds from my knees from my stage fright), countless hours of practice and fun.
    I'll never sell it, but I might give it to my son if he's really interested to learn the guitar some day.
    Like you say it has a very special feel and sound to it and I'll claim it holds its own qualitywise against any prestige that Ibanez has on the market today.
    Posts are worn and the knife edges on the trem are dull, but it still works.

    Don't worry about people talking behind your back, it just means you're one step ahead and they're in perfect position to kiss your ass!

  4. #52

    Join Date: Dec 2008
    Location: San Diego, CA
    ME: Jackson Fusion HH
    MA: Seagull S6
    MB: Farts
    Rig: POD HD500

    iTrader: 2 (100%)

    I need to take some new pictures but this is pretty much the only guitar I've kept over the last 3 years. I've quit playing, started back up, sold a bunch of shit to pay for text books, but I could never bring myself to even think of selling this guitar. I still haven't put more than like 4 hours of play time on my new MV because whenever I wanna play I go straight to this
    Love Charity Esteem TKE

  5. #53

    Join Date: Oct 2008
    Location: Cracow, Poland
    ME: Camo COW7
    Rig: Behringer GM108 15W

    iTrader: 0

    "That" guitar - the one I would never sell ?

    No surprise here
    Got it from Lee I Love everything about it! the looks, the sound, plays great!
    for me - perfect
    The Industrialist

  6. #54

    Join Date: Sep 2008
    Location: Sheffield, UK

    iTrader: 3 (100%)

    This kind of got ruined for me last year, once I got the Xiphos my previous main 7 has had so little play it's scary. However I doubt I will ever sell it, I've had it nearly 10 years now and it's still a nice guitar and sees some use every so often.

    It's the one on the left, the M207. I will probably set it up in a different tuning so that it gets some use.

  7. #55

    Join Date: Oct 2008
    Location: London, England
    ME: ESP MI Custom
    MB: ESP Surveyor
    Rig: Kemper

    iTrader: 3 (100%)

    My '92 Charvel 650xl, had it since '97 and I've always ended up coming back to it after flirting with other brands/guitars for a year or two. It's been covered in stickers, wired single pick-up straight to the jack, EMG'd, set back to original, and it currently houses a C-Pig, stacked neck Humbucker from a Voyager and an Ibanez Edge/Brass sustain block combo. Used it for leads on the new record.

  8. #56

    Join Date: Mar 2010
    Location: NoIL, USA
    ME: Revenger 7-1
    MA: Mitchell MD-100
    Rig: Crate GFX50 Two-Tone

    iTrader: 1 (100%)

    Quote Originally Posted by Stitch View Post
    During the interval there was a cool draught in Hélène’s box as the door opened and in walked Anatole, stopping and trying not to brush against anyone.

    ‘Allow me to introduce my brother,’ said Hélène, her eyes shifting uneasily from Natasha to Anatole. Natasha turned her pretty little head towards the handsome adjutant and smiled at him over her bare shoulder. Anatole, who was just as handsome close to as he had been from a distance, sat down beside her and said this was a delight he had long been waiting for, ever since the Naryshkins’ ball, where he had had the unforgettable pleasure of seeing her. Kuragin was much more astute and straightforward with women than he ever was in male company. He talked with an easy directness, and Natasha was agreeably surprised to discover that this man, the butt of so much gossip, had nothing formidable about him – quite the reverse, his face wore the most innocent, cheery and open-hearted of smiles.

    Kuragin asked what she thought of the opera, and told her that at the last performance Semyonova had fallen down on stage.

    ‘Oh, by the way, Countess,’ he said, suddenly treating her like a close friend of long standing, ‘we’re getting up a fancy-dress ball. You must come – it’s going to be great fun. They’re all getting together at the Arkharovs’. Please come. You will, won’t you?’ As he spoke he never took his smiling eyes off Natasha, her face, her neck, her exposed arms. Natasha knew for certain he was besotted with her. She liked this, yet she could feel the temperature rising and she was beginning to feel somehow cornered and constrained in his presence. When she wasn’t looking at him she could sense him gazing at her shoulders, and she found herself trying to catch his eye to make him look at her face. But when she looked into his eyes she was shocked to realize that the usual barrier of modesty that existed between her and other men was no longer there between the two of them. It had taken five minutes for her to feel terribly close to this man, and she scarcely knew what was happening to her. Whenever she turned away she bristled at the thought that he might seize her from behind by her bare arm and start kissing her on the neck. They were going on about nothing in particular, yet she felt closer to him than she had ever been to any other man. Natasha kept glancing round at Hélène and her father for help – what did it all mean? – but Hélène was deep in conversation with a general and didn’t respond to her glance, and her father’s eyes conveyed nothing but their usual message, ‘Enjoying yourself? Jolly good. I’m so pleased.’

    There was an awkward silence, during which Anatole, the personification of cool determination, never took his voracious eyes off her, and Natasha broke it by asking whether he liked living in Moscow. She coloured up the moment the question was out of her mouth. She couldn’t help feeling there was something improper about even talking to him. Anatole smiled an encouraging smile.

    ‘Oh, I didn’t like it much at first. Well, what is it that makes a town nice to live in? It’s the pretty women, isn’t it? Well, now I do like it, very much indeed,’ he said, with a meaningful stare. ‘You will come to the fancy-dress ball, Countess? Please come,’ he said. Putting his hand out to touch her bouquet he lowered his voice and added in French, ‘You’ll be the prettiest woman there. Do come, dear Countess, and give me this flower as your pledge.’

    Natasha didn’t understand a word of this – any more than he did – but she felt that behind his incomprehensible words there was some dishonourable intention. Not knowing how to respond, she turned away as if she hadn’t heard him. But the moment she turned away she could feel him right behind her, very close.

    ‘Now what? Is he embarrassed? Is he angry? Should I put things right?’ she wondered. She couldn’t help turning round. She looked him straight in the eyes. One glance at him, standing so close, with all that self-assurance and the warmth of his sweet smile, and she was lost. She stared into his eyes, and her smile was the mirror-image of his. And again she sensed with horror there was no barrier between the two of them.

    The curtain rose again. Anatole strolled out of the box, a picture of composure and contentment. Natasha went back to her father’s box, completely taken by the new world she found herself in. All that was happening before her eyes now seemed absolutely normal. By contrast, all previous thoughts of her fiancé, Princess Marya, her life in the country, never even crossed her mind. It was as if it all belonged to the distant past.

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