The Man Who Sold Ibanez
Written by Ava   
Last Friday Dr. J walked into a music store south of Indy and saw this Japan-era Roadstar II hanging there.  Oil finish neck.  Setup was great.  Cosmetically, it was in better shape than this pic I found on the net.  Long story short…it followed me home.  "Can I keep it?" he asked himself. 

Now why would a music theory and production expert like John Jinright, be interested in an Ibanez guitar? Sure, he could be a guitarist.  By why Ibanez?

Apparantly, many years ago, he sold them. Yep, you heard right. John Jinright sold Ibanez guitars to the public and the yearning musician. 

Here, he tells us his story: 

"I was hired right out of college to work at a large regional music dealer in Birmingham, Alabama. In those days, full-line Hoshino dealers sold Korg synths, Ibanez guitars, Tama drums, and Marshall Amps.
A Labour of Love
Written by Further On   

Some 30 years ago I was an impoverished teenager still studying at school.  My guitar collection at that time consisted of the Fender classical guitar my Mum had bought me, an Eko Ranger 6 steel string acoustic – again a present from Mum and now sadly missed when I see what they fetch secondhand, and a Columbus Strat copy. 

Now the Columbus, as copies went, wasn’t too bad and  by then I was already into “modifying” and had bought an Ibanez super 70 humbucker that I’d stuck in the bridge position after some hacking with a chisel, also the bridge pieces had been replaced with some brass ones that I’d got somewhere. 

However it still wasn’t my “ideal” weapon and I longingly looked at Gibson Les Paul goldtop Deluxes in the local music shop windows, Hagstrom Swedes looked the business too.  However I was strapped for cash and also had this desire to “be different”.  So I cracked on the neat idea of building my own guitar – simple!  Well Brian May had done it so why couldn’t I?

How Bert Jansch Has Ruined My Life (Or The Day My Bass Guitar Almost Died)
Written by Yair Yona   

It was a cold morning in Camden Market, when I entered a local CD shop and browsed through the shelves and the CDs on the display. The year was 2003. I left my homeland Israel to live in London for some time, and to see what life would bring me.

I had a cheap Epiphone acoustic guitar, which I took with me for the lonely moments, and my Rickenbacker bass, that came all the way with me, in order to find a psychedelic rock band, join them, get signed, make records, destroy hotel rooms and live a John Bonham lifestyle, including the fancy cars.

What I didn't know, was that I'd be in for a big surprise and what they'd call – a lifetime changing moment. That moment happened when I saw, Bert Jansch's first album on display. He was sitting with a guitar in hand, looking at the occasional consumer in the shop. He had been staring at them  like that since 1965, the year it was released. I had no idea who he was, and no idea why I decided to pick the CD up and take a look at it. It was far from my musical taste back then, which was focused mainly on psych rock bands and singer/songwriters.
Indie Appeal
Written by Ava   

It may not make her popular among singer--er--entertainers, but Amy Lotsberg has her own take on what makes a true musician--female or otherwise.  To get to know her and her interesting way of thinking, read her stellar interview below.  Then, skip on over to her independent musicians blog Collected Sounds for some true indie appeal.

Tell me about yourself.

I grew up in a musical home. My dad is an actor/director/producer (stage/TV) and my mom is a dance teacher. So there were always showtunes playing on the stereo. They also liked folk and some pop music so I got to hear a little of that too. My very first favorite song was “Too Late Baby” by Carol King. Of course I had no idea what it was about…and I just gave away my age too. Currently live in an old haunted house in Minneapolis,MN with my husband, two dogs and a cat.

Written by DEADTUNES666   

I have a Great Uncle Jack, who back in his day was a fantastic piano player. As a musician one of his jobs was as a piano tuner, which he continued to do for a long time. He also owned a coffee shop, during the fifties and sixties in Greenwich Village, NY, where he performed. He also gigged all over the East Coast. He was a jazz player and as such his style was that of playing big chordal patterns with both hands, rather than single note/interval comping bass lines with his left. So intricate were his abilities that I used to marvel at how, not only he could do it, but get that big sound as well. He is my Grandfathers’ brother, and the last of his generation. He has always made music, and that has been his passion for as long as I can remember.

And The Moral of The Story Is...
Written by DEADTUNES666   

How come so many bands start out because school buddies get together, only to find out that they have different musical opinions and it hurts the friendship in the end? There has always been a difference between friendship and business, and let’s face it for better or worse a band is a business. So why can’t we be friends after the business is concluded?

The year was 1997, and my band was at a promo photo shoot for Atlantic records. I was the singer and guitarist in a band with 3 guitar players. As a singer it has always been my belief that a band should put a large percentage of responsibility and decision making in the hands of the singer/frontman/spokesperson. After all this is the guy who you unofficially ask to lead the band, and who is going to garner most of the attention, as well as being the focal point for everything. This is also being said to you by a singer, so take it however you want it. After a brief discussion which turned heated, because there were things I wanted to do which had been met with some trepidation, I unloaded on the other members.


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