My Liverpool

Sorry, I accidentally posted this in my non-amp blog. Now I don't know how to delete it, so it will remain. This has been together for quite some time now, and has made its way to Elkford to perform perfectly in a jam about a month ago.
Anyways, here is the Liverpool in its pine cabinet that Bryant built. There is a wooden faceplate as well that needs to be drilled out and labeled and mounted. However, It might not happen because this amp will eventually receive a very fancy hardwood cabinet to replace this one. The final faceplate will likely be purpleheart.

Success!

Well, after a few days of feeding mice peanut butter and being outsmarted, I stepped up my game; I switched to a bigger garbage pale. The mouse apparently ate even more of the peanut butter, but didn't make it away.
Apparently, the other contraption was allowing the mice to feed and walk away. Hopefully, this is the start of a mouse-free environment.

The Great Mouse Solution

Despite the apparent classiness of my apartment, it seems that I may have an infestation of mice. I've found evidence in the last few days. I even came home a couple days ago to discover a mouse peering at me from my kitchen garbage can. He dove into the depths of the bag, so I tied it up and took out the trash. However, he either made it back inside, or there are others.

I was going to buy traps today, but after going out with with Anh, Marc, and Kim, I was told about an old Cyr family secret.
I better not explain how it works, but here is the pics of the trap I am setting tonight as I go to bed:

My new Gibson J-50

Well, it's new to me; it was made in the 60s.It sounds and feels really nice.

My New Living Room

I have a few posts to make. However, I'll start with just pictures of my new living room. There's not much else to the apartment, but I'll get to them later.
The pictures aren't on the walls yet, and the stereo isn't in yet either. As well, I have a Hammond and fancier Leslie coming as well. The Leslie 25 is under a cloth behind the wing-backed chair. It connects directly to the 1962 Lowrey Festival Organ that you see in the pictures. I just need the 6 pin connector cable.
The Leslie 142 for the Hammond should stack nicely on top of the 25. Don't worry; it will look great in here when I'm done. I'll put the TV in the Kitchen if I have to.These first 4 photos are teken from the 4 corners of the room (where the stereo speakers will go).
Now, for the last photo, you can see through the arch into the kitchen of a teaser of phots yet to come.

So, You Think You Are Pretty Important?

Hopefully this doesn't offend anyone overly so with the few bits of profanity, but this is my favorite video at the moment. I've watched it over and over and I can't get enough for some reason. I just love the situation of someone who thinks they are so important that everyone else should be star-struck. It's so entertaining when they meet a regular person who really couldn't care. Ok, I'm ruining the funniness by trying to explain; just watch:

My favorite line is, "You're Mister Stevens?"

The Best Candidate for Equiro

I'd like to take a break from our regularly scheduled boredom to make one observation. I think Ryan Monson is the best candidate for Enquiro. I can't imagine someone else better suited.
Check him out:
http://ryanmonson.com/enquiro/

A Really Great Article

My blogging has been reduced to the lowest common denominator. Do the interets need another blogger posting links to things that they think are funny? Links to meaningless articles?
Probably not, but here you go:

Matchbox Twenty Finally Finishes Watering Down Long-Awaited New Album

I share some opinions about music today with this article. It's incredibly entertaining for me.
My favorite quote is:

"No matter how many times we recorded the new single 'Sitting Down (Hands At My Side),' there was still a certain 'oomph' coming through in the drums, a loud-ish, slightly gripping sound that we couldn't remove," drummer Paul Doucette said. "Finally, after running them through about two dozen filters, we managed to get that 'plastic spork hitting mashed potatoes' sound we were after."