Pause Ponder and Play On

Eric Clapton's got nothin' on this guy. Let's see what you guys had on him...

Geddy Lee is no longer impressed by Neil Peart's drum kit.

VMax

After many long years of development, John's 12 axe guitar was a complete failure.

John is a lefty.

Shawn Ohara

Dufus thinks that as far as axes go, more is better.

Boom Boom Axe Lady Larew

And our winner just couldn't get no satisfaction...

Everyone thought it would be the drugs and alcohol tht would do in Keith Richards. Turns out it was the world's longest guitar solo.

Jamie Baker

Way to go Jamie! You be hangin' with dufus this week. Congratulations. I think the first thing we have to do is find a guitar strap for that guitar. And a ladder.

If you're driving by this week be sure and click on the links and visit these guys' blogs. We've got some new players this time around and I think you'd really enjoy their stuff.

Rock on, friends.

Comments

Boom Boom Larew said…

Can we get a drum roll for Jamie?

20 October 2012 at 13:44

nonamedufus said…

Imagine the size of the drums in this band.

20 October 2012 at 14:49

Jamie Baker said…

Sorry Dufus, could you type louder? My ears (and eyes) are still ringing from the solo. In all sincerity, I'm honored to be hanging with the Dufus.

20 October 2012 at 19:40

nonamedufus said…

I won't string you along Jamie. I think we're all in a "chord" over your caption.

20 October 2012 at 21:20

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