TPCast for my Oculus arrived this morning and by noon I installed OpenTPCast. The standard firmware worked fine, but the dropped frames every so often were annoying. With OpenTPCast those drops are all but nonexistent. Since I got the TPCast on sale through their website, the added expense of OpenTPCast brought the whole shebang back to regular price. After playing for the last few hours I can honestly say that the upgrade to the experience of going wireless is greater than the upgrade of adding the Touch controllers, and adding the Touch controllers was a massive upgrade. Wireless quality VR brings us a significant step closer to realizing VR's potential. I'm well impressed.
Shaq to L.A. LeBron to Miami. Drexler to Houston. Chamberlain to L.A. Jabar to L.A. Barkley to Phoenix. Shaq to Miami. Rodman to Chicago. Durant to Golden State. And on and on. It's a tale as old as time.
Spring cleaning time!
I set up the corner of my music room to be a cleaning/setup station. I think I have everything I need to do a lot of damage, right down to the Big Bends Nut Sauce.
I'm trying out some of this stuff for the first time, but everything was purchased with the infallible strategy of reading a bunch of random amateur reviews. What could go wrong? My first victim was the Les Paul Standard HP. Go big or go home.
I was most concerned that the Music Nomad FRINE fret polishing set did a good job of protecting the rosewood because I have a lot of rosewood that needs some tender loving.
Side note: The 2017 line of Gibson HP guitars are pound for pound the most beautiful line of guitars ever produced by man. Google it. The science holds up.
The whole operation took about 2 hours, but about an hour of that was waiting for the robotuner's battery to charge after dying halfway through. So I YouTube'd while it charged because I'm not winding them by hand like a neanderthal.
Now I have to go watch a vid on how to change the strings on a Floyd Rose because I forgot how to do that shit.
The ratings suggest that you pussies who are mad about the Golden State 4-headed monster ruining the game have an opinion that is not shared by most.
KD til I die.
Ours might be the most musically educated generation in the history of man, or maybe even woman. Anecdotally speaking, my parents and my friends' parents are nowhere near as musically diverse as my friends and I. I wonder if my kids and their friends add to or subtract from that...
Team Post Malone. I'm not in high school anymore so I couldn't care less if he's a poser or not, I just dig his music. By his interviews he seems like a chill likable dude too. Check out his Hot Ones interview, funny stuff.
https://www.pcgamer.com/red-sox-pitcher-pressured-into-giving-up-fortnite/?utm_content=bufferfb50c&utm_medium=social&utm_source=facebook&utm_campaign=buffer_pcgamerfb Sent from my SM-N950U using Tapatalk
But with the state of modern music I doubt that, despite the times being ripe for political commentary, we'll get a decent or compelling document of this era for future generations to create threads to discuss the merits of the music in the way we are doing it here.
The music is letting these kids down. #getoffmylawn
While I was in Dallas I stopped by Freddie King's grave to pay my respects.
It's a real come to Jesus moment when you see your headstone before you die:
Yeah, a lot of cool people just walking around. Got to talk to Johnny Hiland, Norm Harris (he actually came up to me as I was wearing a Norman's Rare Guitars shirt, which I picked up at his store a few months ago. It already has a hole, should have inquired as to warranty), and this this super chill dude:
And if anyone is looking for the Fender John Cruz Custom Shop Number One, there's one here:
Geez...
My search for an R9 continues...
There was a table up near the front that specialized in MoFi. I spent damn near the whole time just at that table.
Most tables are a mess, but some are really curated and you could spend a lot of time happily thumbing through the crates.
Everyone has Herb Alpert's Whipped Cream.
Really enjoyed it. Fun way to spend an afternoon.
I'll be at the show in Dallas on Saturday, so if anyone wants to get together for a drink after holler at your boy.
Unfortunately, my Make Gibson Great Again hat will not be here in time. Bummer.
It's a classic. Both of them.
"How do I get this off my hand quickly without betraying my cool exterior?" (Or something like that)
Tooms goes on to marry Courtney Stodden. So not just crazy as an X-Files character.
I use DropBox for sharing pics, free account too.
Create a shared link then edit the front of the link, replacing "www.dropbox.com" with "dl.dropboxusercontent.com" and that should allow hotlinking on this and other sites.
Glad to see the Animals getting some run - House of the Rising Sun ticks all the boxes. It's a folk song that bridges the setting of the folk movement and predictive of the arrival of the psychedelic rock movement which will come to typify 60's music for me.
God Only Knows is the only better love song, but since the Association hasn't been mentioned, check out Never My Love. I mean, come on.
So many things going on here that are hallmarks of 60s music making. The Association were wizards in the studio. They were way ahead of the curve - Jimmy Page before it was cool to be a production nerd.
Another 60's gem, which captures the decade's fascination with creative vocal syncopations is Along Comes Mary. Is anything MORE 60's than this?
But for my money, Tommy James and the Shondells Crimson and Clover is so perfect it's almost anachronistic. It's everything we knew about making music in the 60's perfected. The complex guitar strums and mutes, highly experimental use of tremolo effects, openly interpretable lyrics, a break down for the ages, and probably about drugs or maybe illicit sex.
How stoned must they have been?