I don't know anything about it, but it certainly cements my opinion of Justin Hawkins, Rock God.



I don't know anything about it, but it certainly cements my opinion of Justin Hawkins, Rock God.


that pretty much fits my definition of awesome![]()
Ministers and superstars
are drinking champagne in their cars
6 strings on a 12 guitar
all my dreams are made of stars
and the rock and roll still burns in me
i'll be honest....
i'd rock the heck out of that silly thing!!
-Mike



Holy crap.... that's just all wrong.... and yet so right. He's a great player..... and a Cornford abuser to boot!
Originally Posted by Gearjoneser
You've been hit by, you've been struck by....... Simon the Moderator



ugliest pile of crap I have EVER seen!
I get weak in the knees at the sight of a vintage Fender amp!
I love it!!! Sure beats the heck out of that ugly arsed Reversed Flying V.



Nobody realized the back ground "organ" ?very creative!


it's a Gobsin Pes Laul



I've seen worse Chinese fakes!
Only you can decide what "good" sounds like!
"I learned a long time ago that one note can go a long way if it's the right one, and it will whip the guy with twenty quick notes." ~Les Paul
Looks like a Gibson ok!
Not gonna miss you know!
Information is not knowledge.
thats purty funny for teh gearheadz
My solo downtuned HEAVY rock project https://soundcloud.com/earthalliance or http://www.myspace.com/earthalliance
Guitarist and Bassist in North Austin, Texas



Gibson Quality Control has a buttload of explaining to do.



Somebody has had way too much acid or ekees or something!![]()
InnerDreamRecords... Hey, Puckboy died...but he's better now.
- http://www.myspace.com/mrdsbigband - 80's demos and things.
- http://www.soundclick.com/bands/defa...?bandID=804435 -
Warning: May contain traces of NUTS



I don't think I've ever seen that man and not wanted to put a bag over his head and just keep punching it until the screaming stops.
Every love that made me lose my reasoning. Every chord that made my conscience ache. Every day spent counting hours. Well, none of them comes close to singing back a song inside my head.
I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans, and I remember safe-as-houses self-belief.


