Sorry chaps, what's that site?

[hamand]

I found a website a month or two ago, and I can't find it since. I've been googling like a sex-starved gibbon from the Philippines and I still have no bananas so to speak.

It has a series of video interviews with various artists, including one with Satch, spread out over several clips. I think Zakk was on there too. The site is sponsored by Washburn, hmmm...maybe I should hassle them. I think the site is pretty new.

Anyway, if you one of you delightful clowns know this site of which I speak, and can communicate in one of your "Earth tongues" please reply. Or not. Or reply. Or not.

Hamand, male, 32, Japan, Virgo with Leprechaun rising.

[rgr]

Here's your banana, although since you said sex-starved, I'm not sure I want to know what you are going to do with it...

www.GuitarPlayerTV.com

[hamand]

Ah, there is nothing so pathetic as replying to one's own posts, the shallow empty feeling that follows shortly thereafter serves to further one's own downward spiral of depression and darkness, the contempt of the rich and the privileged, those tawdry ladies of the night, their shrieking howls filling my ears, poisoning my mind. "Five bob for a feel, your lordship" they cackle, drunk and giddy on laudnum and gin. "Madam," I reply as sternly as I can, though my heart beats erratically and weak, "I am neither your lordship, nor your prize for the evening. As you speak, the moon betrays thee. I see your eyes madam, I see through your lies. You offer me nothing. You claim that Paul Gilbert plays faster than Yngwie, but from what shallow pool do you drink? What false guitar gods dost thou worship?"

I stride on, my cloak about me, into the night.


Anyway, me found it:

http://www.guitarplayertv.com/

[hamand]

Thanks rgr, I think you replied just as I was typing the above nonsense. Thank you very much Sir, will you please not marry me though.

[Pantofels]

Originally Posted by hamand

Ah, there is nothing so pathetic as replying to one's own posts, the shallow empty feeling that follows shortly thereafter serves to further one's own downward spiral of depression and darkness, the contempt of the rich and the privileged, those tawdry ladies of the night, their shrieking howls filling my ears, poisoning my mind. "Five bob for a feel, your lordship" they cackle, drunk and giddy on laudnum and gin. "Madam," I reply as sternly as I can, though my heart beats erratically and weak, "I am neither your lordship, nor your prize for the evening. As you speak, the moon betrays thee. I see your eyes madam, I see through your lies. You offer me nothing. You claim that Paul Gilbert plays faster than Yngwie, but from what shallow pool do you drink? What false guitar gods dost thou worship?"

I stride on, my cloak about me, into the night.


Anyway, me found it:

http://www.guitarplayertv.com/

hamand, you a bit of an odd fellow arent you? Thanks for the link BTW!

[rgr]

Originally Posted by hamand

Thanks rgr, I think you replied just as I was typing the above nonsense. Thank you very much Sir, will you please not marry me though.

Have no fear my good man, I am already spoken for by one of the far fairer sex.