Thursday, April 23, 2009

Do you, you?
Feel like I do?

Ebaying is becoming a bit of an obsession with me lately.



(So has this song. That's Grandaddy. And Jason Lytle, the singer, is the guy we saw on record store day, as well as last Thursday as part of a show one of our friends put on.)

With the economy the way it is, a lot of people are trying to sell a lot of stuff, cheaply.

I have been focusing on musical equipment, and ellipticals & treadmills. (Thinking of quitting the gym.)

Bought a couple pedals, a set of hi-hat cymbals.

And currently, I am high bidder on a Frampton-style talkbox.

If you come over to my house, or if you call me on the phone, I will only speak to you through this talkbox.



It's pretty amazing technology. We should take that shit over to Afghanistan, like yesterday. Put me on the road to Kabul with a 30 foot high stack of Marshalls, a Les Paul and a talkbox?

Operation Enduring Freedom, indeed. I'd tell them all about McDonald's, Baywatch, Wal Mart, and flush toilets.

The warlords would totally listen.

If you were living in a cave, shitting outside and cooking your food on a stick over an open fire, squatting next to your surface-to-air missle launcher, and you heard THAT VOICE telling you about boobs and french fries, wouldn't you re-think things?

The ebay technology is pretty sweet, too. (Right, Kip?) It's like the world's biggest garage sale, except you have everything you want, at your fingertips, in seconds.

And, in a minimized window, you can us google to find out what it's going for retail.

Do you know how many garage sales I'd have to go to to find a Frampton talkbox?

I don't know either, but I'm sure it would be a lot.

Unless I lived in Peter Frampton's neighborhood, of course.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Alison said...

OMG that was the funniest damn post. I miss you Joe

8:35 AM  

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