Hi guys! So my favorite band is Scorpions, and my song is Still Loving You. I started playing guitar a couple of months ago, and it would really matter to me if I could get a tone like the one on Still Loving You, both for lead (Matthias Jabs) and for rhythm (Rudolf Schenker). The guitars I know, an Explorer for Lead and a Flying V for rhythm, and I know that MJ's amp is a Marshall JCM800, but is there a cheaper alternative to that?
Thank you all so much for your attention!
Has anyone tried this yet?
LA Times Article: http://www.latimes.com/food/dailydish/la-dd-restaurant-news-20170819-story.html
Then I took it to tower control and HOLY WOW THIS SHIT'S EASIER THAN MPU PROS WHY DOES THIS SPECIAL EXIST
"The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that. Probably Shakespeare. Or maybe Sting. But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw: my inability to change. I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still... it feels safer somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected... who knows what other pain might be out there, waiting for you. Chances are it could be even worse. So you maintain the status quo. Choose the road already traveled and it doesn't seem that bad. Not as far as flaws go. You're not a drug addict. You're not killing anyone... except maybe yourself a little.
When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're like this different person. I think it's smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked at us really close. Which, thank God, they never do.
But you notice it. Inside you that change feels like a world of difference. And you hope this is it. This is the person you get to be forever... that you'll never have to change again." Ephram Brown - Everwood "East Meets West"
Then I saw her face, ...
It has been more than a decade since we parted ways. I could still remember the last day when we were still together, though. We were arguing on something, on what I could no longer remember, but it was quite bad.
By the end of the argument, you were slumped by the floor, your eyes red from all the tears. I was standing by the door, breathing heavily, trying my best not to scream. A broken vase laid not far away, a vase that we both had purchased from our trip to Greece, its pieces strewn across the floor, just like the state of our relationship.
It was you who finally brought up the taboo word. "I think it's best that we go our separate ways."
I remember staring at you, the anger from the argument still coursing through my veins. I remember the look on your eyes. Broken, tired, disappointed. Thinking back, I should have rushed to you, hugged you and comforted you. But I didn't. Instead, I simply walked towards the wardrobe, emptied my belongings into a luggage bag and walked out, ignoring the your sobs.
A six-years relationship, my first relationship, ended abruptly just like that.
It felt like it was the right decision back then. Me finally becoming free again, where endless opportunities lie, no longer having to be shackled by the responsibilities and demands of love. I could do whatever I wanted.
And I did. I took up a job that required me to travel the world, made a lot of new friends, experienced life as I never before. I grew and I flew. I achieved success, as how those around me called it.
Why then, am I feeling as if a train had just hit me, as the card in my hands stared at me?
"To my first best friend, I would be more than honoured if you could attend my wedding ceremony with Joe."
It was not like we had not kept in touch after the painful breakup. We did. Fate had a way of bringing people together, and about a year since the last argument, we bumped into each other, at a cafe that we always frequented when we were dating. You liked the latte, I liked the waffles. And somehow, I held on to the memories that we had in the cafe, going back there every now and then to revisit happier memories. Of what things used to be.
But things were already different that day. It was like we're strangers again. We awkwardly smiled at each other, politely asked how each of us is doing. We promised to catch up. I had too big of an ego to mend things up back then, and then we went our separate ways for the second time.
About a year or two after that,
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