Going Down — Or, at least back to April 14th, 2012, when “The Reverend” Billy F. Gibbons, Joe Bonamassa, Derek Trucks, and Dusty Hill honored the third King of the Blues — Freddie King’s, induction to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
Freddie, of no relation to Albert, or BB, passed away at the young age of 42— sixteen months before “The King” Elvis Presley died. Not, however, before leaving (like the other 2 Kings of the Blues, Albert, and BB) larger than life legacy and influence in the lives and creativity of countless musical greats as Eric Clapton, Duane Allman, Jeff Beck, and Robby Krieger of the Doors.
Right here — Right now — we have the honor of witnessing Billy Gibbons, and Dusty Hill of ZZ Top, Joe Bonamassa,( Child Prodigy born three months before Elvis died, opening shows for BB King at age 12) and Derek Trucks ( most recent slide guitar replacement for Duane Allman and Dicky Betts of the Allman Brothers Band, and guitarist for “Tedeschi Trucks” along- side wife Susan Tedeschi) giving homage to one of Ye Three Kings (of the blues) — Freddie King.
For Your Listening Pleasure and Without Further Ado —
What do ya do with that? I mean it’s a “Paisley Telecaster” but, not exactly something “James Burton” would play. I’m not even sure “James Taylor” or “Rick James” would play…Maybe “Prince?”
Anyway, I know it’s a girly guitar, and the flowers are — well, pretty. But I just can’t see me playing it the way it looks, so, I guess it’s in for a face lift… Hmmm. What to do? What to do?.. It is still a Telecaster, after all…I wonder what the stage lights might do as far as improvements?
Yeah that’s a little improvement. By the way, can you guys believe Russell Wilson threw that last pass instead of giving the ball to Marshawn Lynch? Maybe a little blue light…
Yeah — that’s no help. Oh wait.. I see it now.. I know what it needs… and I wont have to strip it down to find it has an ugly wood grain underneath…
Man… what a way to blow a ball game…’COME ON MAN’!
So, I suppose I need to make a trip to “Hobby Lobby” for this project… I have an idea to save the guitar. I don’t think I’ll go with any of Pete Caroll’s plays on this project. Nor will I bother to paint, or strip the guitar down… I think I have an idea… I should have it finished and posted before too long, later this week. Until then… “Dolt! Ummm Flowers.”
On Second Thought— I wonder if Jeff Bridges needs a fresh looking guitar to make another one of his “Zenned Out Sleepy Potion CD’s”
I almost forgot I’d promised to do a follow-up when the Fernandes face lift was complete…
And seeing as I gave the guitar to my grandson for Christmas, I’m lucky I took some pictures!
This is it:
Not the best pictures in the world, but, at least I did take a few.
As some of you who’ve seen my posts know, I am a sucker for the Fender Telecaster Guitar. Any Telecaster, for that matter, as some of my purchases, and photos reveal.
Thus, as I was rummaging a flea market recently, captivated by a little Tele, apparently abandoned by a child who was advancing either to the real thing, ( as this one is a toy) or, anticipating Santa filling their stockings with a whole new batch of toys for Christmas, I thought, either-way, even if it’s just a toy it is a Telecaster.
“Let’s look over here at the paintings,” my wife said. Okay. I responded, her words reverberating, never quite striking a note of recognition in my preoccupied mind.
Something about this little guitar… I couldn’t put my finger on it, ─ as the look in my wife’s eyes said, “It’s Just a Toy!”
Oh … the monsterish look… the seething teeth snarling at me like Lizzie Borden with her axe, saying; ”Get over here before I tear your ears off and ─ “
No, not my wife silly, the Telecaster! Okay, okay, the toy telecaster. It’s still a Telecaster!
Something so familiar, seemingly calling my name had me under its spell, causing me to drift into a dream world. Then I remembered rescuing a guy who said there was a “Monster” hiding in his closet a few years ago. I fearlessly went in after that hideous creature, with its samurai sharp, skull crushing claws, and slithery, serpentine, scaled muscular body, grabbed it around the neck, reared my head back in the classic “Mel Gibson head-butting” position and ─ kissed it like a baby!!!
Almost kissed the guy who sold it to me too, but, I didn’t want him to raise the price for the guitar…
You may remember the one featured here: Obey Propaganda Telecaster .
And, of course, as I stated in the post, the “Obey Propaganda Fender Squire Telecaster ” wasn’t my first choice of paint and graphics, but, just like this little toy ─ it is, after-all a Telecaster.
Suddenly, I awakened from my trance, snatched back to reality, when my wife called out; ” Oh, look at this one.”
I turned, barely making out her shapely form meandering through a double row of lanterns, lamps, and shades, when… the light came on in my head…
I turned again to my little Telecaster (toy) friend, beaming a whole new tune, knowing exactly how to fit him into the shopping cart, and get him back to my little work shop; with my wife’s harmonious approval, and ─ well, the rest is ‘Telecaster History”