Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006I’m sorry! Here I go! I know I’m a sinner but I can’t say no - WeeZer

This is it. More or less. We’re still working to provide you with the greatest site on the internets.

The information super highway! Yeah.

Once again thanks to Shoshi for kicking this project in the sack.

I’m typing away on the new software. And I don’t understand how anything werkcs yet. But that’s never slowed me down before.
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- what the fuck’s that all about? Pine tree?

That was supposed to be a lady gettin’ hit by a car.

Reader Mail:

To: Shystie

From: A friend who loaned me a guitar.

(pic he sent)

Me - I’ll buy you another ax. But you gotta pick up the phone. Ask and yee shall recieve. But sit and stew about it - and I’ll be strumming away in sweet bliss.

Because the truth is - we may never know why this shred machine stopped working. It could have been a factory defect.

Point is - it happened on my watch. So I’m stepping up to the plate and making sure the rocking continues.

I will say this - I thought the wood grain looked uneven when you handed it off to me. AND it’s been humid in my studio. With winter coming on, who knows.

I don’t know everything about guitar maintenance.
What I do know is - You’re a friend. And I don’t want some blemish on a musical machine to come between us. So keep this in mind:

Was the guitar pefect when I got it? No.

Did you say to me:  “No one can ever know how much time a guitar has left. I’d love to say it’s got fifty years of rocking in it. But I guess that’s up to science. And God.”
- sound familiar?

That sticker might not raise many eye brows today. But back in the fifties it turned a lot of heads.

Sort of like rock and roll.

Or how the Beatles used to have long hair? That type of shit.