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Hi everybody! See that dork up there, that was me when I was like twenty. Take a moment to laugh hard, and when your ready we can continue.
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When I was twenty I really couldn’t play much on the guitar (not that I can now), just a couple of punk type songs to accomodate the three chords that I knew. I had a cheap Harmony guitar and a Fender 15 watt practice amp, and I would smoke as much weed as I could get in my system and just strum away on that guitar.

Now some of you know what I am talking about, and some of you don’t , but when you string a guitar, you usually have a length of string dangling from the tuning pegs. Some players like to clip them and give their guitar a nice and clean appearance, others just leave them dangling and don’t worry about them. I like to call these dangling strings whiskers. Below is my guitar with 5 strings clipped and one whisker from a recently changed string.

Anyway, one day I was high, a little drunk, and doing my strumming thing. I decided I had had enough and stood up to take my guitar off. Now back then, I didn’t worry about clipping whiskers, so as I was taking the guitar off, somehow I managed to let the whiskers touch the light bulb on the ceiling.

Holy Crap!

I lit up like a freaking christmas tree. The electricity ran down the fretboard, through my fingers and into the floor. I do not lie when I say that my lighter strings physically melted. And I had burns on my fingers from them. It blew my high, or harshed my mellow if you would, completely. Not to mention it signaled the death of that cheap guitar.

Now you have an electrifying knowledge of something from my past. Enjoy C-ya!

P.S. Check out the TV that you actually had to stand up to go change the channel.