Hey I'm Dave and I play bass in Telaride. No one knows about us, but maybe that will change. I work at Guitar Center in Ocean Twp, NJ because the only thing I understand is musical equipment.
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jazzblaster:

lathroptheblog:

Remember that Fender Modern Player Jaguar? I finally got around to adding a custom pickguard and new Jazzmaster knobs. Pickguard was hand traced and sent to WD Music for printing. Had to make a few minor adjustments to get it to fit perfectly. Next up, bigsby! #fender #fenderjaguar #fenderguitars #fenderjazzmaster #jaguar #projectguitar #projectguitars #modernplayer #modernplayerjaguar #wdmusic #bigsby

the guard is good the guard is real good

jazzblaster:

lathroptheblog:

Remember that Fender Modern Player Jaguar? I finally got around to adding a custom pickguard and new Jazzmaster knobs. Pickguard was hand traced and sent to WD Music for printing. Had to make a few minor adjustments to get it to fit perfectly. Next up, bigsby! #fender #fenderjaguar #fenderguitars #fenderjazzmaster #jaguar #projectguitar #projectguitars #modernplayer #modernplayerjaguar #wdmusic #bigsby

the guard is good the guard is real good

dadsaretheoriginalhipster:

Your dad was comfortable, unlike you’ll ever be. 
He smelled like a punch tasted and looked like a tidal wave of flesh. His body was a function mass of man crafted from heavy beer, bloody meat, and leather hand hardening hobbies. Shirtless, pantless… he didn’t give a fuck. He was who he was and anyone who cared could take it up with his middle finger. 
So hipsters, next time you’re dieting into your skinny jeans or blindly doing whatever it takes to be trendy as shit, remember this…
Your dad drank, fought, fucked, and ate like royalty because his ideal body was one earned from enjoying life at full volume. 

dadsaretheoriginalhipster:

Your dad was comfortable, unlike you’ll ever be. 

He smelled like a punch tasted and looked like a tidal wave of flesh. His body was a function mass of man crafted from heavy beer, bloody meat, and leather hand hardening hobbies. Shirtless, pantless… he didn’t give a fuck. He was who he was and anyone who cared could take it up with his middle finger. 

So hipsters, next time you’re dieting into your skinny jeans or blindly doing whatever it takes to be trendy as shit, remember this…

Your dad drank, fought, fucked, and ate like royalty because his ideal body was one earned from enjoying life at full volume.