GR-20

On Fri, 01 Feb 2008 05:26:22 -0600, Polychromic <macecil RemoveThis @gmail.com>
wrote:

>On Fri, 01 Feb 2008 03:34:38 +0100, Pibbur
><oopsREM.OVE512 RemoveThis @tele2capi.talsno> wrote:
>
>>På Fri, 01 Feb 2008 02:07:32 +0100, skrev Optician Dragon
>><dragonlensman1 RemoveThis @verizon.net>:
>>
>>> On Thu, 31 Jan 2008 13:24:08 +0100, Pibbur
>>> <oopsREM.OVE512 RemoveThis @tele2capi.talsno> wrote:
>>>
>>>> I bought a Roland GR-20 guitar synthesizer today. Yay!
>>>>
>>>> The good news: I can from now on play a lot of different sounds on the
>>>> guitar: Piano, strings, flutes and genuine synth sounds. (And before
>>>> anyone asks why use a guitar synth to play piano, flute and such when
>>>> you
>>>> can play the piano, the flute abnd .. Problem is, I can't play piano,
>>>> flute ... Hah!)
>>>>
>>>> The bad news: It requires a special pickup for the guitar, and this
>>>> needs
>>>> to be mounted very accurately to ensure proper tracking of the guitar
>>>> strings. So there is a lot of adjustments to be made, and lots of parts
>>>> included for that purpose. Help!!!
>>>>
>>>> I wish Poly was here.
>>>
>>>
>>> <looks over Pibbur's shoulder>
>>>
>>> "You just need to mount the framistat securely under the gizflotchie
>>> so that the magnetic resonance can resonate magnetically in 4/4 time ,
>>> three-part harmony."
>>>
>>>
>>> A droning buzzing fades in from nowhere...
>>> Pibbur slumps forward on the table, closes his eyes as the room
>>> pixellates around him, swirling clockwise unsteadily as fuzzy guitar
>>> chords swim around his brain in exactly the way that ideas don't. He
>>> feels a moment of intense, wrenching vertigo and..
>>> Pibbur opens his eyes to a cartoonish world gone poorly rendered 3-D!
>>> He watches two young boys walk past wielding deadly-looking hard round
>>> objects that they would flick viciously out, tethered with a string
>>> that returned the grim object to their hands.
>>> "Look at them yo-yos." Pibbur murmered "I'm going to play my guitar,
>>> that ain't working."
>>
>>On the MTV! I wonder how that one will sound played strictly as a flute.
>>
>>> Pibbur had just seated himself on a nearby mushroom when two
>>> two-wheeled contraptions zoomed by at breakneck speed, trailing a
>>> luminous roostertail, and swerving recklessly trying to entrap each
>>> other.A window in the air suddenly popped up in front of Pibbur and
>>> showed the head of some artificial-looking fellow who had a very
>>> pronounced st st st st tutter but a very bright smile.
>>> Pibbur, disgusted at all the noise hiked away up the steep mountain to
>>> the other side overlooking a narrow waterway extennding out to a broad
>>> sea, bordered by all these crinkly mountains..
>>> "Ah, that's more like it! Peace and quiet!"
>>> Suddenly, Pibbur pauses in his guitar noisemaking, and listens. He
>>> casts his ear to the wind and just drifting in on the freah breeze he
>>> hears...guitar notes being played. The tune sounds so tantalizingly
>>> familiar,but Pibbur jusst can't quite place it. Hungering for
>>> resolvement, Pibbur hikes off in the perceived direction of the
>>> playing, now becoming more rapid. Soon the notes re comng deliciously
>>> fast as Pibbur clears the ridge of another hill to see a lone man,
>>> sitting quietly on a folding chair playing the notes in question.
>>> Pibbur nears the man and notices his squirrelly look, how his fingers
>>> fly over the fretboard with a complete and utter lack of movement of
>>> the rest of his body. Pibbur watches, enraptured as he finishes the
>>> tune abruptly, almost in mod-bar. He looks up at Pibbur and says, "All
>>> this skill, I will now pass on toy you, my most faithful of fans. With
>>> this touch, you will aquire all my skills."
>>> As he raches out his hand to Pibbur, A strange droning buzzing fades
>>> in and the world swirls counterclockwise, fuzzy guitar chords buzzing
>>> away and he falls.
>>> He falls through time and space for an infinite seeming moment. As he
>>> falls he wonders how he stays alive out here in space unsuited with
>>> his guitar slung over his back. He looks ahead to see a disk
>>> approaching viewability, then growing larger rapidly when, with
>>> seeming light-speed suddenness, he plunges directly into and then
>>> through the disk. "Hmmm - whipped cream and banana cream." Pibbur
>>> notes.53 times more he repeats, each time slowing some more. Splut
>>> splutsplut splut splut splut splut splut splut splut splut
>>> splut , well you get the picture.Massive SPLUTTING going on there.
>>> One final disk approaches and Pibbur realizes it's Earth. He passes
>>> and ducks around a few pieces of space debris, then inspiration grabs
>>> him. After recovering from his right being grabbed, Pibbur positions a
>>> metal ladder beneath his feet as he heads into the atmosphere. He
>>> air-surfs gently down searching for and finding his home. As he
>>> alights he..
>>>
>>> suddenly wakes up, looks around, and says, "Wow! What a trip! No more
>>> lutefisk for me! " Then he goes to finish working on his guitar,
>>> failing to notice the wisps of cream pie stuck to his beard.
>>
>>I new you were an artist. But this, this surpasses all you have done so
>>far. A classic.
>
>Yeah, is there still any UDIC fanfic repository around?


I had to SPLUT ol' Pibburmeister. He mentioned recently that he had
not gotten SPLUTted. Best I could do on short notice.
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On Sat, 02 Feb 2008 00:10:11 GMT, Optician Dragon
<dragonlensman1.TakeThisOut@verizon.net> wrote:

>I had to SPLUT ol' Pibburmeister. He mentioned recently that he had
>not gotten SPLUTted. Best I could do on short notice.


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