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Ruphus -> Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 10:42:59)

I have three of these.

Considering the main one, I have just been trying to motivate a luthier to try and build a very certain kind of guitar.
Naively, as if you could precisely convey by words how specifics shall be.

The story of my phantom pain goes like this:

Maybe 1979 or -80 or so in a town near Frankfurt / Germany.
I´m having a stay at my sister´s place for a month or two.
She has a busty blonde neighbour of around 30 years who is any late teenagers dream. So beautiful all around from toe to top, so friendly, so wonderful and plain incredible sexbomb.

She has a guitar hanging on her living rooms wall. Appearing like deco, I didn´texpect much when I asked her whether she would lend it out to me, as I had not brought my own with me.

This guitar is sonor and mellow in a yet very defined way, and every single note instead of "spling" or "splung" goes like "Spain". So I´m blaring along and no matter, what you hear is "Spain, Spain, Spain, Spain, Spain". There I am with no clue of anything whatsoever, but the minute that I take that thing in my hands, the living room seems to morph into an olive grove with some romantic crack somewhere sitting among the trees and playing along, making the olives drip.
Just its pulsation alone would allow me much better playing, let alone the inspiration through that terrific sound stage.

If you had just bumped into it accidentally, out would had come a song. Of such a vibe it was.

And the beautiful timbre fills the whole apartment down to the last room.
It also must be heard in the neighbour´s place.

A look on the label disappoints me in a way, as it reads to my foolish eyes as if Germans wanted to sound Spanish. I assume it must have read like "Conde Hermanos" or possibly like some of the "Hernandez" varieties.

After a while the neighbour asks me to paint her balkony and quite obviously tries to tempt me. I am torn apart between overbording desire and my strict precept to never interfere into a relationship ( she has a life partner ), and so my constant, ever more rebutting appearing refusal to come in for a coffee offends her in the end ( breaking my own heart ).

A day or two afterwards she asks my sister for the guitar.
I bring it back then with lots of thank you, yet, with her remaining distant.
I ask her whether she could be selling the instrument. She first replies with a rigorous no, after my plea reluctantly agrees however into double of what she purchased the guitar for in Spain, which was the equivalent of 350 DM. ( I remember how the owner raised her eyebrows saying: "It´s a .... [ put in famous maker]!")

I am broke however, my sister refuses to what she thinks would be meaning to spoil me, and I hence feel too filthy to call up anyone else and ask for a temporary loan of 700 DM. ( Been stressing on principle to omitt lendings from others ever since.)
Living on ridiculous budget yet with a BMW feels undue enough already, and with my sister giving me a feeling of simply being a careless person ...

So, I decide to better pass and `buy a guitar like that´ later on. Possibly even during a trip to Spain.

Little did I know. Very little.

Over 30 years later, and I am of the impression that special guitars like that are as rare as hen's teeth. Aside of that they would cost you an arm and a leg now, if you ever found one.

I have been hunting this phantom of a guitar for so long now, with nothing coming even close.
And over the past two days frisking sound samples of exclusive guitars to give the luthier an idea, nothing ressembles; eventhough some are truly stellar sounding, and a very small number even of the romantic type.

I find that over past years the pristine section ( Hauser hall as I call it) has blossomed greatly with stunning guitars. But the top shelf romantic shade seems to be disappearing. Especially what could be sounding romantically Spanish.


Besides, I have been hunting for that guitar as a classical one, but as it comes to mind this very minute ... could actually be it had a golpeador ... I am uncertain. I just had no clue about builds and makers.

Anyway, all that vain searching and expense in the meantime ... Had I just listened to my guts ( instead of to a hypocritical jelouse sister ) and raised those 700 DM back then. An amount paid back easily within a handful of months then to have provided a sublime guitar since decades by now.


I know: regrets are no good; but it is such a pity, man. Just can´t creep over the phantom pain. >pulls his hair<

I know, some here have similar longings while looking back to a special point in time.

Ruphus



Adam -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 10:56:25)

Hmmmm.... is this really about the guitar? [;)]



Ricardo -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 13:04:07)

quote:

ORIGINAL: Ruphus

I have three of these.

Considering the main one, I have just been trying to motivate a luthier to try and build a very certain kind of guitar.
Naively, as if you could precisely convey by words how specifics shall be.

The story of my phantom pain goes like this:

Maybe 1979 or -80 or so in a town near Frankfurt / Germany.
I´m having a stay at my sister´s place for a month or two.
She has a busty blonde neighbour of around 30 years who is any late teenagers dream. So beautiful all around from toe to top, so friendly, so wonderful and plain incredible sexbomb.

She has a guitar hanging on her living rooms wall. Appearing like deco, I didn´texpect much when I asked her whether she would lend it out to me, as I had not brought my own with me.

This guitar is sonor and mellow in a yet very defined way, and every single note instead of "spling" or "splung" goes like "Spain". So I´m blaring along and no matter, what you hear is "Spain, Spain, Spain, Spain, Spain". There I am with no clue of anything whatsoever, but the minute that I take that thing in my hands, the living room seems to morph into an olive grove with some romantic crack somewhere sitting among the trees and playing along, making the olives drip.
Just its pulsation alone would allow me much better playing, let alone the inspiration through that terrific sound stage.

If you had just bumped into it accidentally, out would had come a song. Of such a vibe it was.

And the beautiful timbre fills the whole apartment down to the last room.
It also must be heard in the neighbour´s place.

A look on the label disappoints me in a way, as it reads to my foolish eyes as if Germans wanted to sound Spanish. I assume it must have read like "Conde Hermanos" or possibly like some of the "Hernandez" varieties.

After a while the neighbour asks me to paint her balkony and quite obviously tries to tempt me. I am torn apart between overbording desire and my strict precept to never interfere into a relationship ( she has a life partner ), and so my constant, ever more rebutting appearing refusal to come in for a coffee offends her in the end ( breaking my own heart ).

A day or two afterwards she asks my sister for the guitar.
I bring it back then with lots of thank you, yet, with her remaining distant.
I ask her whether she could be selling the instrument. She first replies with a rigorous no, after my plea reluctantly agrees however into double of what she purchased the guitar for in Spain, which was the equivalent of 350 DM. ( I remember how the owner raised her eyebrows saying: "It´s a .... [ put in famous maker]!")

I am broke however, my sister refuses to what she thinks would be meaning to spoil me, and I hence feel too filthy to call up anyone else and ask for a temporary loan of 700 DM. ( Been stressing on principle to omitt lendings from others ever since.)
Living on ridiculous budget yet with a BMW feels undue enough already, and with my sister giving me a feeling of simply being a careless person ...

So, I decide to better pass and `buy a guitar like that´ later on. Possibly even during a trip to Spain.

Little did I know. Very little.

Over 30 years later, and I am of the impression that special guitars like that are as rare as hen's teeth. Aside of that they would cost you an arm and a leg now, if you ever found one.

I have been hunting this phantom of a guitar for so long now, with nothing coming even close.
And over the past two days frisking sound samples of exclusive guitars to give the luthier an idea, nothing ressembles; eventhough some are truly stellar sounding, and a very small number even of the romantic type.

I find that over past years the pristine section ( Hauser hall as I call it) has blossomed greatly with stunning guitars. But the top shelf romantic shade seems to be disappearing. Especially what could be sounding romantically Spanish.


Besides, I have been hunting for that guitar as a classical one, but as it comes to mind this very minute ... could actually be it had a golpeador ... I am uncertain. I just had no clue about builds and makers.

Anyway, all that vain searching and expense in the meantime ... Had I just listened to my guts ( instead of to a hypocritical jelouse sister ) and raised those 700 DM back then. An amount paid back easily within a handful of months then to have provided a sublime guitar since decades by now.


I know: regrets are no good; but it is such a pity, man. Just can´t creep over the phantom pain. >pulls his hair<

I know, some here have similar longings while looking back to a special point in time.

Ruphus

She was busty, blonde, and NICE????



Ruphus -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 15:03:35)

Hah, you seem suspicious about the story. And I havn´t even mentioned the vastly transparent blouse she put on to prepare the coffee table after I started painting. Most of todays silicone constructs can´t compete with her staggering feature of nature.

Missing out on outstanding guitars, is encompassing a number of only three cases.

Concerning rejected offers of belles, an all too shy and stupidly knightly guy (, swayed by some foregone, heavily uptight years in Albany) passed out on, I could write a whole book of bizarre, weird and partially unbelievable occassions.
- Only counting in the beauties for that matter.

With no little amount of them not just good-looking, but breathtakingly so, like the above mentioned miss.

You think ol´ Ruphus is telling fairy tales, when he claims to have been spontaneously been grabbed down there front or rear. At neckware to be pulled, or sat on lap for intense kisses by complete strangers; stopped in the streets, nestled by boobs from behind on parties, followed into men´s bathrooms in restaurants and bars, and what have you, most of times more or less gently rejecting to protect `the deluded´.
You want to know what in the same time sick prudery and gentlemen agreement beyond sanity can be looking like: just ask me.

Meetings I wouldn´t ruin were still enough to modestly feed a galactical Black Hole of desire and live through some intensive, albeit at times grinding stories with lovely maids. ( All that the rotten remains of my family ever acknowledged has been the sweetness of my girl friends.)

Before you wonder how come the encounters: Girls used to say first impression of me was of arrogance and mystery.
Not being arrogant, I guess my usual pretention to not be interested must have worked out, following plain stupid cultural rules of demand and supply.


These days it increasingly is actual lack of interest, with that overly critical eye against pose and superficiality.
Seeing my sober and disenchanting appearing views you could be surprised of how close friends know me as actually very romantic.

Irony has it that I will probably be dying alone some day. Not lonesome, but alone, if you know what I mean.

That´s how it must be. The geeks from the corners of the school yards escorted by loving extended family with a bunch of kids et al, and the Jangos gone without any turning heads apart of friends´.

Come to think of it: My genetics of discerning outstanding guitars will be lost. [;)]

Ruphus



Mark2 -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 15:11:26)

Regrets are a bitch. You should have nailed the broad, she'd have given you the guitar. But that's all hindsight.................



tele -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 15:16:48)

Visit the busty blonde if you can find her and start your hunt?



Ruphus -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 15:24:48)

I have been googling the sh!t out of the internet, trying all kinds of keywords, except out of all her name, which I don´t know.

Can´t ask my sister bitch, for not talking to her anymore ever.

Ruphus



Leñador -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 15:30:32)

I definitely have more "I should have's" then "I shouldn't have's". I think that's true for most dudes........



aarongreen -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 16:13:13)

When I think of the term phantom pain I think more along the lines of witnessing something that causes an actual pain response in me. Once I was watching tv and happened upon America's Funniest home videos. The clip playing was some guy showing off with a pair of nun chucks. Great vitality and little skill. He tried some fancy move and ended up cracking himself right in the groin at top speed.

I fell off the couch in a spasm of incredible phantom pain. Judging by the audience reaction i wasn't the only one, although all the ladies were laughing away and all the guys were on the floor.

Just thought I'd share that.



koenie17 -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 16:39:34)

quote:

Regrets are a bitch. You should have nailed the broad, she'd have given you the guitar.


[:D][:D]



Ruphus -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 19:54:28)

quote:

ORIGINAL: aarongreen

When I think of the term phantom pain I think more along the lines of witnessing something that causes an actual pain response in me. Once I was watching tv and happened upon America's Funniest home videos. The clip playing was some guy showing off with a pair of nun chucks. Great vitality and little skill. He tried some fancy move and ended up cracking himself right in the groin at top speed.

I fell off the couch in a spasm of incredible phantom pain. Judging by the audience reaction i wasn't the only one, although all the ladies were laughing away and all the guys were on the floor.

Just thought I'd share that.


The empathy for pain you are referring to seems to be named "binding agony", whereas the term of "phantom pain" usually aims at perceived sensation of already missing / amputated limbs.
Just mentioning.
-

Hey, I was so certain considering potential anekdotes out there about dearly missed guitars. At least with the fellas of certain age, maybe above 35 or so.

Ruphus



Richard Jernigan -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 19:57:40)

Here's the deal--of course this is obvious:

Find yourself a busty beautiful blonde who really turns you on, I mean just flat knocks you out, and who likes you a lot. This may take a while, but it is the only solution. Try out guitars with her in the room making goo-goo eyes at you.

Nine out of ten guitars will then sound fantastic.

RNJ



britguy -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 20:31:15)

quote:

You should have nailed the broad, she'd have given you the guitar


I rarely agree with North American macho wisdom. But in this case, I think this guy has it "right on"!

You could've have 'had it all' ; Rufe.

As General George S. Patton ( via/ex Frederick the Great) would have put it:
" L'Audace, L'Audace, toujours l'audace. . ."

But, of course if the blonde bomshell didn't parle le Francais lingo, then you might still have been s**t out of luck, as the say in the USA....

Never mind, amigo. Remember, there's always another guitar, somewhere. . .

Good luck. . .



Leñador -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 20:36:02)

quote:

Here's the deal--of course this is obvious:

Find yourself a busty beautiful blonde who really turns you on, I mean just flat knocks you out, and who likes you a lot. This may take a while, but it is the only solution. Try out guitars with her in the room making goo-goo eyes at you.

Nine out of ten guitars will then sound fantastic.

RNJ


Haha, brilliant Richard, dead on! I do seem to remember food tasting better when I was young working in posh restaurants dating(to put it politely) young girls who moved to LA to become actress/models. Nowadays everything tastes like a shade of gray. [:D]



estebanana -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 21:02:23)

Busty blondes love Lop Eared doggies. Take him for a stroll and chat up the busty blondes that stop to admire him.

Scwhing@!!



Ruphus -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 21:03:45)

quote:

ORIGINAL: Richard Jernigan

Here's the deal--of course this is obvious:

Find yourself a busty beautiful blonde who really turns you on, I mean just flat knocks you out, and who likes you a lot. This may take a while, but it is the only solution. Try out guitars with her in the room making goo-goo eyes at you.

Nine out of ten guitars will then sound fantastic.

RNJ



Over here it has only fake blondes, and the characters to commonly expect ( vastly seeking pecuniary attributes) rarely make me glance. And to make things perfect, I range myself of attraction and inspiration like of a crumbling cyclop since a while. Stuffed with the faith of a doomsday wittness.
Most of days far from interested in drawing attention to start with.

When still catching an occasional eye, I either assume peeps at outer clues like clothes or my dogs, or just think like: "She must be crazy".

This is no self-pity. Just yours truely fokked up.
-


But I know exactly what you mean. That is indeed how it will be. :O)

Except of with gems like the above mentioned, who will be heavenly any ways.

Ruphus



Ruphus -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 21:11:28)

quote:

ORIGINAL: estebanana

Busty blondes love Lop Eared doggies. Take him for a stroll and chat up the busty blondes that stop to admire him.

Scwhing@!!


[:D] Thanks, Steve.
-

From the doggies diary Simon and I may be publishing:
quote:

30th of October

On my second round of walking the dog, out of a sudden a hooligan popped up walking behind me at some 20 m distance, calling like: "What´s it about with bringing this dog out!?"

Since my debuts in day schools decades ago, I learned that when checked as `newbie´, right the first encounter can be decisive. Thus, hearing that voice I thought immediately to not let that guy in doubt about wh he seems to be testing.
Turned around and went towards him, asking him what he was saying again.

At this point it should be mentioned that with my language skills I will not always fully understand strangers ( who don´t know yet how to speak for to support my comprehension ).
He: " blahblah ... will get one." ( "To get" covers both here, to be cought by someone as well as to be attacked by a dog.)
Me: "No, he will get noone".
He: "This is not the time of day for such. You should not walk dogs now."

I am thinking he´s of the retarded kind who feels offended by seeing a dog.
"What do you know at all!?" I count with him now getting offensive, as his fascial expression look pretty aggressive while he is manneredly swaying nearly double my body weight.
"What I know? I have dogs too. It´s perilous. They come and get you."

I still think him meaning Charlie to possibly attacking anyone.
"Forget it, there will be no attack whatsoever".
"They come and grab you."
I start comprehending, yet, am still tuned in for offensive intensions.

He then backs away and we walk each on his own with him either on the street or the other side of the street.
After some 200 meters or so, with us still both turned off into another street, I decide to resume the conversation by admitting that I just got what he has been about.
He then clarifies that he was intending to warn me from the religious paramilitaries.
"Just recently they stopped an aquintance of mine who was walking one of these huge foreign breeds. They gave him a good talking, loaded the dog on their pickup and made away with it. ... It is darn risky to walk a dog, they just show up and take it away from you in no time."
He then passed very friendly, before meeting some gang chaps or so who turned up then at the next crossroads, while I made a turn around back homewards.

Truth is that he initially was about to check me out indeed, as was quite obvious by his tone and all, and that he turned the approach into well-meaning advice afterwards.
Howsoever, effectively nonetheless.
Not that I didn´t know of the risk before, but another warning just makes you more allert.

Just to think of it ...
An encounter with a group of a mentality like in my childhood when those Albanian dropouts chased me, trying to get a hold of the puppy in my hands only to later torture it to death. Men, how I literally flew over the hurdles with my heart pumping as if about to explode! Though at start only a few meters away from getting caught, I managed to flee.
- As I think to have mentioned before, only days later the puppy in the end was snatched and killed by same mindset of a kind, notwithstandingly.

This time ... What a horrible vision!
What to say to eventually surrounding minds that are untouchable to anything of sense? What to do to keep them away?
And if you were to defend your puppy with your life they could easily be taking the opportunity as is. Cleaning the world with ready guns from only another dirty infidel.
... Which not at alst would be leaving the rest of your pets to a dead end too.
- And my belongings to wrong hands moreover, ...

What could come from simply walking your dog. It is so incredible, noone at home would even imagine it.
None of those who at least on first sight are allowed to just live their lives as it pleases them to.
I think to be getting increasingly homesick after all.


Jeez, think I´m going OT. [8|]

Ruphus



BarkellWH -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 21:30:51)

Ruphus,

If all else fails to attract busty blondes, take your cue from Manitas de Plata (here we go with Manitas again!). He seemed to have captivated Bridgitte Bardot by leaning in close to her with a smoldering look in his eyes, as he played a driving rasgeuado, followed by a tremelo. As he is leaning in and playing, BB smiles, plays with her hair, licks her lips with her tongue, and looks like she can't wait to jump into bed with him. You can do that, Ruphus; lean in, play rasqueado and tremelo, and you will have her nailed. Of course, it is most important to maintain that smoldering look in your eyes. Bingo!

Cheers,

Bill



Adam -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 22:33:20)

quote:

ORIGINAL: BarkellWH

Ruphus,

If all else fails to attract busty blondes, take your cue from Manitas de Plata (here we go with Manitas again!). He seemed to have captivated Bridgitte Bardot by leaning in close to her with a smoldering look in his eyes, as he played a driving rasgeuado, followed by a tremelo. As he is leaning in and playing, BB smiles, plays with her hair, licks her lips with her tongue, and looks like she can't wait to jump into bed with him. You can do that, Ruphus; lean in, play rasqueado and tremelo, and you will have her nailed. Of course, it is most important to maintain that smoldering look in your eyes. Bingo!

Cheers,

Bill


This "Manitas de Plata" guy sounds incredible, who is he??



Adam -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Oct. 31 2012 22:34:33)

quote:

ORIGINAL: Adam

quote:

ORIGINAL: BarkellWH

Ruphus,

If all else fails to attract busty blondes, take your cue from Manitas de Plata (here we go with Manitas again!). He seemed to have captivated Bridgitte Bardot by leaning in close to her with a smoldering look in his eyes, as he played a driving rasgeuado, followed by a tremelo. As he is leaning in and playing, BB smiles, plays with her hair, licks her lips with her tongue, and looks like she can't wait to jump into bed with him. You can do that, Ruphus; lean in, play rasqueado and tremelo, and you will have her nailed. Of course, it is most important to maintain that smoldering look in your eyes. Bingo!

Cheers,

Bill


This "Manitas de Plata" guy sounds incredible, who is he??


(((Kidding!!!)))

(((*runs and hides*)))



Ricardo -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Nov. 1 2012 12:14:36)

quote:

What could come from simply walking your dog. It is so incredible, noone at home would even imagine it.
None of those who at least on first sight are allowed to just live their lives as it pleases them to.
I think to be getting increasingly homesick after all.


Man Ruphus you should just move here. Majority of pets are treated better than fellow humans around these parts.



Ruphus -> RE: Tell Me Of Your Phantom Pain (Nov. 1 2012 14:51:08)

And still, fellow humans are much more empathically and upright treated than here.

That their pets are still being treated better certainly indicates out of balance premisse / culture, without meaning that pets shouldn´t be treated even better.

Animals are what the religions describe as angels, with the exception of specimens made neurotical by unqualified owners. And yet, they ( neurotical specimens) won´t even know that they are maladjusted / that they could be natural.
Humans however could always be knowing such about themselves, provided the education and better even the culture to not be degenerated in the first place.
-

It is standard to describe imperfect social state by claiming that animals would be treated better than your average Joe, as if animals were due to be treated worse on default by some putative rigour.

But such rigour actually presents bovine arbitrainess.

Human conditions never are fault and responsibility of any fellow species, and there hence exists no whatsoever clue for to try justifying mistreatment of dependent life ( be that children or animals ) by mishap of our rabble.


Instead related issues should be tracked down, and that´s what we are much to slow with.

- Just as of late it is finally appearing to us that some hundred billionaires and their entourage aren´t really the salvation of global community.
If the planet bore with us, even sanity might be coming some time within another century or so.

Yet, under given sheepishness only if hell breaks loose, which it is being driven to indeed.

Ruphus



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