I just got another “Probation” reminder from the parole board in Colorado. Somehow my identity is mistaken. Evidently someone with my first and middle name had a bad day at work and beat up his boss. Kinda sounds like something I could of done, but didn’t.
First thing is even though How-Weird was a bully, in a fight it would be like hitting a kid, meaning no fight at all.
Big news is at a high end craft fair in Garrison I secured an Alpaca hat that makes me resemble Gengas Chan, but this one is not bright white, it is a carmel brown with a fluffier brim.
Over a decade ago I found the white version at an Alpaca farm in Vermont. I wore it in NYC and it kinda made me a bit of a tourist attraction when I wore it. The price was about double.
Pretty much likely a woman’s hat, but I’m cool enough to pull it off.
The Vintage 47 amp with retro octal tubes I kinda have dialed in using the low power setting. Pumping the volume recovers and thickens the sound. Class “A” amps are not efficient, and I think from what I saw of the circuit, the cathode bias on the power tubes is lowered to kill about 3 DB in volume with the half-power switch. The math suggests perhaps from a max of 20 watts with a pair of 6L6’s and a beefy rectofier, to maybe 7-9 watts with 5881 power tubes and a wimpy 5Y3 recto.
The big deal is a lot less hum at idle, meaning no guitar input. Basically class “A” amps kinda hum more than class AB amps. Low power also offers a smoothness. Understand that a Tele is an aggressive guitar and is know to be bright and articulate.
So pretty much it is an 18-20 watt amp, but I love the quieter output with minimized hum in the background. The amp also has a nicer sweet spot for me, and I don’t need the power or volume, but its there if I need it. So in the end for me the full power setting is really just a boost switch.
Likely the amp in half power mode is all I need. Weighs under 30 pounds and the package is rather small. Since the trannies and speaker are overkill things don’t get too loose or flabby, unlike say a tweed Deluxe.
Sound is thick with a lot of mids. Touch sensitive, and the volume and tone knobs do well to control everything at my finger tips. I now kinda use the halfway down on the tone knob to 1/4 down as my usable range, and the tipping point on the volume is about 1/8th turn down.
The Victoria Regal in comparison has an extreme overbuild in the power supply, output tranny, and speaker power handling. The speaker is rated for 100 watts. The sound is tighter and the clean is very articulate and detailed. Pretty much no mush.
The Vintage 47 is real old school, and so is the sound. Someone on the Internet said that a Vintage 47 amp is like Chess Records in a box. Thick greasy tone of the old blues and Jazz of the 30’s, 40’s and 50’s. Kinda great for that old school sound.
The Victoria Regal is and can be compared to having a Fender tweed Champ (5 watts), Fender tweed Deluxe (15 watts Class “A” push pull), or a Fender tweed Pro (35-40 watts) all in one amp. The overbuild kinda is a tighter/stiffer sound, but for Jazz and for what I want to do having these three versions of amp along with the tightness, clarity, and articulation for Jazz to gain a piano like sound and percussiveness, it kinda is a dream amp.
The ripening of tomato’s in my garden and on my counter has slowed down. There are mucho green tomatoes on the vine and the abundance of tomato’s is getting intense. I harvest every day. I see the transition to the cooler weather. Think I’ll take out the window air conditioner out of the bedroom upstairs today to store it in the basement over the winter.
Gloomy Halloween weather expected over the next week with cloudy and over cast. I’m concerned about my high school friend Billy, the guy who I boxed with who I almost brain damaged that somehow I stopped and managed to deflect an uppercut as he fell forward, defenseless with his arms drooping at his sides from a concussion I gave him following a left jab followed by a right.
Anyways Billy and his family are just outside Tampa. I E-mailed Billy a few days ago, and no response. I am worried, and I will call him later today to see if he and his family are alright.
The southeast got hit pretty hard. I feel a lot safer here in the Hudson Valley.
I guess I don’t want to become a muscle-head, but a gym body is emerging via my arms and chest. Even my butt is muscular. I’m still loosing fat, but I’m gaining muscle. Don’t know if I’ll ever be technically a skinny bitch again, meaning under 155 pounds at 5’10”. I kinda want to maintain my kid’s body that remains boyish rather than manly. I guess I don’t want to grow up.
Pretty much I think it is my access to a higher level of protien in my diet. I am kinda cat like in nature in that my physic is all muscle on a light frame. Lean, but mean, as one of my coaches said.
“Maggie” has a concern when our agent calls on Tuesday. Pretty much she wants out, and her concern is if I somehow get picked up and make it big as a model. I tell her it is highly unlikely and remote. The event in December actually is a fashion show. Likely this is not not a high paying gig, and probably some honorarium to be in the audience and dressed by the brand.
Maggie explained to me that as far as older models go there really are few Asian’s, and that pretty much I might get some surprise traction. She warned me how seductive it can be, and her real worry is that our boring life could get complicated fast.
So at the craft fair yesterday, when I tried on a white version of the alpaca hat and compared the brown version, as usual I drew in a crowd and many comments.
This group of 5 people proceeded to try on my hats, and I walked away. Maggie expressed that I should get the brown version, I played it cool, and I told her there are other’s interested in my hats/style and that pretty much I too want the brown version, and pretty much if it was bought by one of the interested parties then it was not meant to be.
Anyways things worked out, but I gave away the opportunity up to chance, and pretty much toned down the Alpha male and my competitive nature to be mucho cool. Pretty much I tempted fate as a game and for fun. If my brown cap was purchased by someone else it would of been, “Oh-well.”
Pretty much my attitude with the modeling gig is “Oh-well.” I think if it did become big deal, also my contract dies sometime in March 2025. There is a time limit…
So all fun and games for me.
Maggie once said, “You have no style,” and I argued having no style is actually a style. I would describe the clothes I wear as a kinda uniform of the same old clothes that I term as “Rags,” meaning just old clothes that no one else wears like Patagonia knickers designed for rock climbing that are well tailored for skinny muscular bodies.
I would describe my look as below casual active wear where my knickers serve almost 3 seasons for hiking, biking, swimming or running. I enjoy that my clothes look a bit ratty. I live in New York so rats come witrh the territory, and I kinda blend in.
I will tell Vanessa our agent that I’m unwilling to do social media, or any of the time wasting BS that others do. If this is a deal breaker, I’m cool with that. I have my reputation as a lazy-slacker to maintain. Pretty much not important to me to be well known or famous, don’t really need the money or the bother either, I realize that I worked hard my entire life to enjoy the freedom I now have. Why would I want to throw all that away?
Money? Lots of it? Well maybe I’m a bit of a slut, or call me a Ho. I live in a world of crazy possibilities, and anything can happen. “I’m just minding my own business.
Cal
