Project Flower — Child

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”

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Telecaster Light Fandango

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”

EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY DON’T IT

Obey Propaganda Fender Squier Telecaster

This is the latest addition to my art gallery of Telecasters. What possessed me to buy something with such  sadistic looking graphics? You’re probably asking yourself. Your guess is as good as mine. I actually wondered the same thing about the Artist ( Shepard Fairey) and his fixation on “Obey Propaganda” in his highly popular works of art. I went here OBEY, to his about page and read in his words EXACTLY what he means by the statement.   I STILL DON’T HAVE A CLUE.

Wait what was that noise?

 

IT’S ALIVE IT’S

 

ALIVE….hEL-P

“Weekly Photo Challenge: (theme of the week)”Regret

                                    Though   shadowed   from   the   viewer,

                                     Behooves even me, this photo, Regret.

                                         But seen right here, in black, above the last fret.                                          What e’er my regret may be,..   You tell me.

Potter’s Wheel (Song Lyrics)

You chose your way,

so I went mine.

I love you girl, I hope you’re doing fine.

I finally had to do what the good Lord told me was right.

Your face is burned in my mind’s eye,

but I finally learned sometimes it hurts to cry,

and with a brand new heart now I’m catching the next flight.

It’s amazing the things  Satan disrupts,

I think about Tillie, and if she’s had her pups,

and you all alone at home with that blown up car.

I wish I could, but, I could never be there,

I cry you to God every night in prayer…

If you would only surrender  girl…

He’ll meet you where you are.

(Chorus)

My world keeps on spinning round and round.

And when it stops, my feet will be firm on the ground.

I shook hands with my maker…

And I surrendered to Him my will…

I’ll be a brand new man when I step off

His Potter’s Wheel.

Second Corinthians five seventeen , is the heart of the Gospel

if you know what I mean.

If not, you should, experience it for yourself.

Couldn’t do it alone, so I’m holding His hand.

Up until now I was a self-made man…

Lord with this mess I’ve made, I really need your help.

I pray to be humble, I pray your will.

I thank you for dieing on Golgotha Hill,

so I can be a new creature, let old things wash away.

Let me be not conformed to this world,

but rather transformed with my Lord.

And with a brand new mind…I die in Christ each day.

( chorus)

My world keeps on spinning round and round…

And when it stops, my feet’ll be on Holy ground.

I shook hands with my maker…

And I surrendered to Him my will…

I’ll be a brand new man when I step off,

His Potter’s Wheel

(Chorus)

My world keeps on spinning round and round.

When it stops my feet will be on Holy Ground.

I shook hands with my maker,

and I gave Him my will…

I’ll be a brand new man when I step off

the Potters wheel…

I’ll be a brand new man when I step off…

His Potter’s…

wheel..

©-paul willis-1999

 A few other songs here:

Walking Away Shot@ Brandies Stream Flickr