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mmondely · 5 months
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Slash live on stage
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speeding54 · 2 years
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Jimmy Page "Number One" 
1959 Gibson Les Paul Standard: On display at the Metropolitan Museum of Art - Jimmy Page purchased this instrument in 1969 from Joe Walsh. When Page received it, the neck had already been shaved down to a thinner profile. It has been Page's main guitar throughout his career, used in every Led Zeppelin performance and recording  ( other than Led 1 ) from Led 2 ( oct 22 1969 to the 2007 reunion and in his post-Zeppelin work with the Firm and others. It remains in active use today as his primary guitar.
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"THEY LOOKED DOWN ON THE DEAD BOYS BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T UNDERSTAND US."
NOTE: Posted these Cheetah pics previously in a DB set, but they're so good, I figured I'd post 'em by themselves.
PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on the feral Cheetah Chrome (and Stiv in the last shot), guitarist/co-founder of American punk rock band, DEAD BOYS, performing live in New York (possibly CBGB), c. 1977. 📸: Mykel Board.
NOISEY: "Time and place can really shape a band."
CHEETAH: "Back then, Cleveland was so commercial. They had Cleveland International Records, who had Meatloaf, and all the disc jockeys were into Southside Johnny and things like that. They looked down on the Dead Boys because they didn’t understand us. They’d say, “that’s not musical,” but it was musical; we were all very good musicians. They weren’t musicians themselves, so they didn’t know if we knew how to do it or not. You could get a lot further in the radio scene back then with cocaine and hookers than you could with good music."
Sources: www.vice.com/en/article/rz7ky6/from-dead-boy-to-plowboy-cheetah-chrome-says-it-like-it-is & Picuki.
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wickedzeevyln · 5 days
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Still Water
The stage is ablaze, the crowd roars. The world is a Les Paul guitar, plugged to an amp with the knob on high gain setting and wailing like a bat out of hell, scathing pitch harmonics and roaring dive bombs from a whammy bar trampling down on a poor guitarist playing bebop scales on an acoustic guitar, that’s what shortcuts and deceit do over honesty and integrity and while the latter may not…
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zegalba · 4 months
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Sade Adu (1993)
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thedennisjones · 1 year
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Baaa-d To The Bone
Baaa-d To The Bone
The job I’m currently working on tasks me with drawing a rock band made up of animals and the assignment said the guitar player was to be a sheep that’s “Baaa-d To The Bone” …so I used a band mate of mine from church, Nick Boycott for inspiration. Nick has been known to occasionally break into a wide power stance and shred out a praise song or two for us 🙂
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the-infamous-man · 3 months
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Just got this awesome set of sketches from @.Steve_J_art over on Twitter for my redesign of Mina Mongoose from my Archie/IDW Sonic crossover, Rediscovered Frontiers!
If any of you are interested in my Archie/IDW Sonic the Hedgehog crossover fanfic, Rediscovered Frontiers, please be sure to check it out here:
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mr-e-us · 10 months
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ricfreak · 7 months
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Les Pauls.....
Jimmy Page, Zakk Wylde, John Lennon, Les Paul tribute, Les Paul recording, Digital, Darkfire, Zootsuit, Slash......
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pastelmuppet · 1 month
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🌼☮️🧡🎸Janice🎸🧡☮️🌼
Will do more of the Mayhem possibly soon!!
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mmondely · 5 months
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Slash's guitar
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deebeeus · 5 months
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(Early) 1961 Les Paul Junior
(Late) 1961 Les Paul Junior
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cannedbluesblog · 11 months
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Keith Richards with a Les Paul Custom
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scintillyyy · 4 months
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tim owns a gibson les paul and dick canonically plays guitar and they never discuss this potential shared interest together and this offends me <3 set in robin 32 my beloved because paris to gotham is a long flight and i'm sure they chitchatted (lewis's tim who says he's not a music oriented guy you can't hurt me, the boy doesn't own a gibson les paul for nothing)
"You know," Dick says, peering over Tim's shoulder at the page of the flight magazine the kid seems to be stuck on. "Duty-free only applies up to $800 in purchases. I think a $5000 guitar is just a little bit over that cap."
Tim looks up at him--startled, almost. He's been a little out of it ever since he and Dick left Paris. 
Truthfully, he's been a little out of it since they realized that the Clench could reactivate at any moment. Dick supposes he can't blame Tim for that--he's been holding his breath everytime Tim dozes off himself. Whenever he closes his eyes, he can see Tim sitting at the wall, breathing heavy but still managing to joke around as blood started to seep out the bottom of his mask, his horrified realization at what that meant, the terrified look he gave to Dick right before he slumped over...
It's fine. It's fine. Once they get back to Gotham and find Ra's and get the real cure this'll all just be nothing more than a bad dream. 
Tim looks down at the page, like he's actually seeing it for the first time despite the fact that he staring at it for about five solid minutes before Dick decided to say something. "Oh. I, um, I wasn't actually thinking of buying one," he says, like he thinks Dick might've actually been serious about thinking Tim was going to try and buy a custom Fender Stratocaster tax free. "I mean, I don't need one of these anyways. I already have a Les Paul at home."
Which. Jeez. Leave it to Tim to just drop the fact that he owns a...probably $3000 guitar oh-so-casually, like it's really nothing out of the ordinary for a fourteen year old to own. Tim is usually so down to earth it's easy to forget that his family has...a lot more money than the average person. 
Every so often he does like to remind them all, though.
"Really?" Dick teases. "Don't tell me. You had to have it because that's what the lead guitarist in Green Day uses." Which. It is a weird fact for Dick to know, but Tim seems to really like them--so of course he had to at least check them out, watch a few music videos. And *Dick's* played guitar since he was a kid, of course he was going to recognize a Gibson Les Paul, even if he is more of an acoustic guy himself. 
"I didn't exactly ask for it," Tim replies, a little sullen and pouty at Dick's teasing. "It's just--after dad got out of the hospital, I think he thought I'd like it after, y'know, everything. I don't think he realized I hadn't actually played in a couple of years."
Dick was unaware Tim ever did. It's interesting--a little kernel of a kid who, despite being the kind of person who can probably make conversation with a rock if he tries hard enough, can be surprisingly very guarded about himself. "You used to play?" he asks, tone casual, pretending he's not digging. 
Tim flushes and looks away, out the window. "Not really," he says. "I learned a bit when I was younger. After I got into listening to, like, real music." He hesistates. Even with his face turned away, Dick can tell by the tension in Tim's temple that he's debating on if he's going to continue what he's saying. Dick doesn't say anything, keeps quiet instead. In his experience, the best way to get someone to keep talking sometimes is to just let them go at their own pace. If they want to say it, they will. But only if you give them the chance. "Um. It was actually after I went to Bern with my parents over winter break once. It was--I was excited. They didn't take me on trips super often--they usually wanted to spend my school breaks at home. So it was the probably first time I'd been on a plane, actually. I always thought--I guess I always thought plane rides would be way more exciting than they actually are. Anyways, um. I was bored and I was just flipping through the in-flight entertainment and I ended up on the music video channel and--that might've be the first time? I think that was the first time I saw a Green Day video. And I--I was like wow. I was so impressed. And I turned to my mom and I said--I said I want to learn how to play just like that. And she said of course."
Unlike Jack--who Dick hears about constantly--Tim doesn't really talk about his mom much. Or ever really. Dick can probably count on one hand  the amount of times he's heard Tim bring her up since the funeral. And when one of those times was just a few weeks ago, during one of the many times Dick called Alfred to check on Tim and he could hear the kid in the background, sick and delirious with fever, wimpering for his mom, dad, Dana, anyone-
Well, anyways. Tim really doesn't talk about his mom much.
Dick bites the inside of his cheek. Clearly the nice thing to do would be to drop it here, before he really depresses the kid. But he can't deny that he's a bit curious to hear Tim go on, hear more about this. He really shouldn't ask though--he's trying to cheer Tim up, not make things worse.
But, Dick supposes. If Tim really didn't want to talk about it, he would have found a way to change the subject instead. He's pretty good at that, in Dick's experience. 
So he must want to talk about it. And Dick is curious. He's not a total saint, after all. "So you got lessons?" he asks. 
"Um. Kind of. I mean, usually that's what they would do whenever I expressed an interest in anything. Um. At least my mom did. She'd always do a ton of research to find the highest rated courses and make a ton of calls, even if she was a thousand miles away, just get me signed up for the best one as soon as possible. But, no. This time--this time, she--um. She kind of taught me a little bit herself instead." Dick's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Of all the things he expected to hear, that wasn't even a remote possibility. Tim swallows hard. "Yea, um. She said. She said she used to play in college, y'know. And after we got home, we went up to the attic of the townhouse and got out her old acoustic. It was just this cheap old thing. We must've spent all afternoon trying to get it tuned, god, my dad left the house, said his ears were going to start bleeding if he had to listen to us anymore." Tim looks down at his hands now. He clasps them together, twiddling his thumbs a bit. "We gave up by dinner, just went to go buy a new one instead. And then she taught me the basics, y'know. I'd practice, and then whenever she was home, we'd play together. I was never very good. She was a lot better." Tim frowns. "But still. She got me an electric guitar for my tenth birthday. Not anything too fancy, just enough so I could feel like a rockstar, she said. And that I'd get there, I just had to keep practicing."
"But you didn't?" Dick asks. It is a bit surprising, now that he's heard the whole story. It seems like something that would have been important to Tim to keep up. The kid's a bit sentimental like that. "You said it's been a couple of years, right?"
Tim's face shutters ever do slightly. "Well, ah, that is-" he says, floundering a bit. Now he's trying to sidestep. "The electric guitar broke. Um. On accident. Right before school let out back when I was eleven. And after that, I just. Couldn't find it in me to play anymore. I could never bring myself to tell my mom what happened, so I just said I was bored of it instead." Tim's mouth twists. "She was a little disappointed. I think she always hoped I'd pick it up again someday. I dunno. I thought about it. When I saw the new guitar in my room. But looking at it I just couldn't. It was too, too--" Tim sighs. "Maybe I should've. Given it another chance. I just, I wasn't--and now, who knows if there'll be one before-" Tim stops. He doesn't finish his sentence. He doesn't have to.
"Ah." Things start clicking together for Dick in a terrible way. Tim, who's been quiet and melancholy. Worried that the Clench could come back any minute, that he won't have a chance to do things that he maybe thought he could push off for the someday.
He suddenly seems so young. So young and lost and scared.
Tim's going to get a chance to play that guitar again. Dick's not sure how many people he's going to have to punch to make it happen, but he will. And once he does, maybe, just maybe Dick can casually mention that he plays on occasion too. They could make an afternoon of it. Order a pizza, maybe argue about music a bit. And Tim can say something like, hey, I think my mom would be really happy to see me doing this again. 
It'll be nice.
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nightisthenotion · 6 months
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Jimmy Page
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