Two weeks ago I purchased a custom-order Soldano Avenger with an effects loop.
Currently the amp is lying low in Matamp's factory 25 miles from where I bought it in Manchester, waiting for me to fly over with my brother on the 21st of Decemeber, where I will test it out with as many different speaker configurations as possible. I'll then hopefully walk away with a Custom Matamp 2x12 and Soldano Avenger 50 Head!
I've also promised myself a T-Rex Tonebug Reverb, Lovepedal Babyface Tremolo, MXR Analog Delay and some form of overdrive/fuzz from Pro Guitar Shop in America.
I think that will be it for a while. Maybe another guitar in six-twelves months if something comes up cheap, like a Yamaha SG in Brownburst. Otherwise, I'm staying clean for as long as I can!
It's final, I will be definitely getting a new amp this summer no matter what it is, how much it cost or how long I will keep it.
I've had great amps in the past and I've loved having them as part of my life, even though they've never lasted more than six months (excluding my precious Vox) But a time has to come where I settle down and build from the one perfect amplifier. And on that point, I will be taking a trip to Germany in a few weeks to Music Store in Cologne, where I will hunt down the best amplifier and the best guitar I can find.
The main amp being a Diezel Einstein 50 watt head, and the main guitar being a Mayones Setius GTM-7.
If I am happy with both of those I will buy the guitar and come home to sell my old seven string. With a little more waiting and saving I will then buy the Einstein and, either a Framus Dragon 2x12, or a Matamp Custom 2x12 with a more interesting speaker setup--Maybe a V30 and a G12 K100.
If I am not happy with the amplifiers I find in Germany, I will buy a Valvepower, a Hayden Mofo or a Matamp King Street Classic (or something similar) and a Line 6 Vetta II.
If I am not happy with any of the guitars I find (doubtful) I will begin modifying my current equipment.
Anyway, I hope it goes well and I look forward to it!
The following is a list I have either played or heard. I have not played all of these amps personally, unfortunately.
Blackstar: HT-5 Combo; HT-5 Head Series One 100 Bogner: Alchemist Head Brunetti: XL R-EVO 60 Head MC2 1x12 Combo Bugera: 6262 Head Diezel: Einstein 50 Head Epiphone: Valve Junior ENGL: Powerball Fireball 60 Screamer Combo Thunder Combo Fender: 65' Twin Reverb Reissue; '65 Blackface Twin Reverb Original Hot Rod Deluxe Blues Junior SuperChamp XD Framus: Dragon Hughes&Kettner: Trilogy Duotone Head Koch: Twintone II Head Laney: GH50L TT50 Head VC-30 VH100R Line 6: Flextone III 2x12XL Vetta I Combo; Vetta II Combo; Vetta II Head Spider Valve Head; Spider Valve 1x12 Combo Spider III 2x10 120; Spider III 30 Marshall: DSL401 Combo JVM410 Combo JCM800 - 80's model and Reissue JCM900 Vintage Modern 2266 Matamp: 1224 MkII King Street Major First Lady Minimat II GT1 GTO Mesa Boogie: Single Rectifier Orange: Rockerverb 50 Head Tiny Terror Combo; Tiny Terror Head Rocker 30 Head AD5 Combo Crush 30R Peavey: Valveking Head; Valveking 2x12 Combo with an alternate valve configuration and Celestion G12H speakers XXX Head 6505+; 6505 Classic 30 Vypyr Tube 60 Vypyr 30; Vypyr 75 Randall: RG 50-TC RM100 Head; various modules RG75G3 Combo Roland: JC120 Cube 80x; Cube 30x; Cube 15x; Micro CubeRX Soldano: Hot Rod 50 Avenger 50 VHT: Deliverance 60 Vox: Nightrain VT100 AD30VT; AD30VTXL AC30
the Bournemouth streets are sealed with water while wafers float me further still away from land. the attention seekers belly flop from piers protruding like acidic giants battling base ants. who are they to decide what' tall and what's small? Who am I to leap from their shoulders onto their backs?
a crowd of crows are gathered around and begin cawing as one holds his crotch in a foamy suffering. it's a cock eat cock world, and the ice-cream cum tastes nice, but the worst of it really is, I crave that same sand fight, that same sticky seaside sensation. I crave it just as much as the war of terror, just as much as stuffing myself full of every flavour. who can see the errors when given so many black eyes for straying too far from the watery path?
walk as a rant from the mouths of something pretty hand in hand through the jetty, under the stairs leading down onto the beach and under the stairs leading up to heaven or down to hell – a personal entrance to leave at any time. I'm a high-grade actor with bad guts, who's sick of feeling sick who's sick of eating nothing but pussy.
birds... an ideal term, better than airborne creatures anyway, if only the girls didn't find it so debasing.
cheeky robin's, totally desensitized and fearless, keeptheir tongues tight against the inside of their mouths. I know I'd be brave enough to do the same if flying didn't take me so high off the ground.
the ideal hiding spot is right here in the place where I'm as desensitized as the robin where the girls look fat and ugly, but have pretty skinny personalities. where everyday, I see various different parts of the letter ex everywhere I go and in every face I see. ignore my predetermined life - like the robin.
A robin cursorily disappears as something stumbles head-first through the forest. in the second before escape the mind twitches and restarts. -I will never see you again, Robin of Sherwood.
A thief walks quieter with no shoes on. he predicts every creak as he trespasses further into the house, further into a strangers future. -treasure, I will never see you again.
the diamonds fall head-long into a deep ravine dying when they hit the bottom. the echoing screams are agony to the ears, breaking the barriers between being someone, and not. -death, I will never find you.
a zombie moves, slugging at anything imaginable. he stumbles over a girder and collapses onto an upturned broken bottle. -I will never make as much progress as you, dear, dead zombie, I will never eat as many souls, or achieve so much with so many cries forced from others.
I like to keep my cactus safe in the glove box it reminds me of how much it hurts to love the hand goes in quicker every time to stab at something other than skin but all I feel is the blood behind the flesh the swim of the dark red against the river there's not a slide for children into the water but a thrust of the nouveau-riche hair against black rebellious coats wrapped around a blunt point. I like to keep my cactus in the glory box and dip in whenever God lets me.
This is not a painting this is a portrait; a pour spot on a page, self absorbed into silk. plump limbs on plum lips parade circles for lonely bastards. there's no way of wriggling yourself out of this one, the squiggle is just too tight in the wrinkles.
Is it fair to say maturity belongs in the eyes of a clown? invert your smiles and make them bleed, because obscurity is everything I want. it may not be everything I need, but at least it provides excitement for a guy who has an air-phobia.
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