Dave Gilmour's black strat...?

[dezb1]

Was given a loan of 'the black strat' the book about Dave's famous guitar. Had a leaf through it last night and it threw up a question... Is this guitar a bit like 'Trigger's brush'? (only fools and horses reference look it up if you've not seen it). I mean its had 4 necks, god knows how many pickup variations new tuners a Kahler(?) trem and extra wood added to fill the hole that was left when the trem was put back to stock... Can this really be considered the same guitar?

[JordanD]

Sentimentally, to him I imagine it's very much the same guitar.

[dezb1]

Sentimentally maybe, but in reality there's not much of the original guitar left.

[George]

i hope he declares all that if he decides to sell it on ebay

[NickD]

i hope he declares all that if he decides to sell it on ebay

Worklols

Dave Gilmour - totally gonna modd

[dezb1]

Doubt he'd ebay it he must know you get shit money for parts casters...

[Concretebadger]

It sounds like new age-y bollocks spelling it out like this, but 'Gilmour's Strat' isn't so much a physical object (e.g. something that you can stick on Ebay, hang up in a Hard Rock Cafe or give to an old friend for safe keeping) but more of an ideal or concept of what he wants 'his' guitar to be.

It's an interesting train of thought...it throws up a whole philosophical can of worms about what something is worth and what it even *is*. Trigger's Brush indeed.

So the book's worth a read then? I'm a bit of a Floyd fanboy, so I'll see if I can grab a copy off amazon or something.

[BearBoy]

Doubt he'd ebay it he must know you get shit money for parts casters...

Ha. Yeah, but these twats always think they're going to get out what they put in in parts. Idiots.

He should have saved himself the bother and bought one of those Fender CS Gilmour signature Strats. They're quite pricey but will probably hold their value better than a partscaster.

[dezb1]

It sounds like new age-y bollocks spelling it out like this, but 'Gilmour's Strat' isn't so much a physical object (e.g. something that you can stick on Ebay, hang up in a Hard Rock Cafe or give to an old friend for safe keeping) but more of an ideal or concept of what he wants 'his' guitar to be.

It's an interesting train of thought...it throws up a whole philosophical can of worms about what something is worth and what it even *is*. Trigger's Brush indeed.

So the book's worth a read then? I'm a bit of a Floyd fanboy, so I'll see if I can grab a copy off amazon or something.

if that's what he thought how could he put his name to a signature guitar as these were purely physical things and expensive ones at that...

the book isn't so much a good read it's more the concept of what a good read should be... Only joking aye it's a good read however if you're a fan boy in not sure it'll tell you anything you haven't already read on the net but I'm enjoying it.

[dezb1]

Doubt he'd ebay it he must know you get shit money for parts casters...

Ha. Yeah, but these twats always think they're going to get out what they put in in parts. Idiots.

He should have saved himself the bother and bought one of those Fender CS Gilmour signature Strats. They're quite pricey but will probably hold their value better than a partscaster.

fool that he is... He obviously didn't think it through properly.

[theshadowofseattle]

Solving the following riddle will reveal the awful secret behind the universe, assuming you do not
go utterly mad in the attempt. If you already happen to know the awful secret behind the universe, feel
free to skip ahead.

Let’s say you have an ax. Just a cheap one, from Home Depot. On one bitter winter day, you use said
ax to behead a man. Don’t worry, the man was already dead. Or maybe you should worry, because you’re
the one who shot him.

He had been a big, twitchy guy with veiny skin stretched over swollen biceps, a tattoo of a swastika on
his tongue. Teeth filed into razor-sharp fangs, you know the type. And you’re chopping off his head
because, even with eight bullet holes in him, you’re pretty sure he’s about to spring back to his feet and
eat the look of terror right off your face.

On the follow-through of the last swing, though, the handle of the ax snaps in a spray of splinters. You
now have a broken ax. So, after a long night of looking for a place to dump the man and his head, you
take a trip into town with your ax. You go to the hardware store, explaining away the dark reddish stains
on the broken handle as barbecue sauce. You walk out with a brand new handle for your ax.

The repaired ax sits undisturbed in your garage until the next spring when, on one rainy morning, you
find in your kitchen a creature that appears to be a foot-long slug with a bulging egg sac on its tail. Its
jaws bite one of your forks in half with what seems like very little effort. You grab your trusty ax and
chop the thing into several pieces. On the last blow, however, the ax strikes a metal leg of the overturned
kitchen table and chips out a notch right in the middle of the blade.

Of course, a chipped head means yet another trip to the hardware store. They sell you a brand new head
for your ax. As soon as you get home with your newly-headed ax, though, you meet the reanimated body
of the guy you beheaded last year. He’s also got a new head, stitched on with what looks like plastic weed
trimmer line, and it’s wearing that unique expression of “you’re the man who killed me last winter�
resentment that one so rarely encounters in everyday life.

You brandish your ax. The guy takes a long look at the weapon with his squishy, rotting eyes and in a
gargly voice he screams, “That’s the same ax that beheaded me!�


Is he right?

[JordanD]

You've basically just described Triggs brush there shad.

[torchindy]

Solving the following riddle will reveal the awful secret behind the universe, assuming you do not
go utterly mad in the attempt. If you already happen to know the awful secret behind the universe, feel
free to skip ahead.

Let’s say you have an ax. Just a cheap one, from Home Depot. On one bitter winter day, you use said
ax to behead a man. Don’t worry, the man was already dead. Or maybe you should worry, because you’re
the one who shot him.

He had been a big, twitchy guy with veiny skin stretched over swollen biceps, a tattoo of a swastika on
his tongue. Teeth filed into razor-sharp fangs, you know the type. And you’re chopping off his head
because, even with eight bullet holes in him, you’re pretty sure he’s about to spring back to his feet and
eat the look of terror right off your face.

On the follow-through of the last swing, though, the handle of the ax snaps in a spray of splinters. You
now have a broken ax. So, after a long night of looking for a place to dump the man and his head, you
take a trip into town with your ax. You go to the hardware store, explaining away the dark reddish stains
on the broken handle as barbecue sauce. You walk out with a brand new handle for your ax.

The repaired ax sits undisturbed in your garage until the next spring when, on one rainy morning, you
find in your kitchen a creature that appears to be a foot-long slug with a bulging egg sac on its tail. Its
jaws bite one of your forks in half with what seems like very little effort. You grab your trusty ax and
chop the thing into several pieces. On the last blow, however, the ax strikes a metal leg of the overturned
kitchen table and chips out a notch right in the middle of the blade.

Of course, a chipped head means yet another trip to the hardware store. They sell you a brand new head
for your ax. As soon as you get home with your newly-headed ax, though, you meet the reanimated body
of the guy you beheaded last year. He’s also got a new head, stitched on with what looks like plastic weed
trimmer line, and it’s wearing that unique expression of “you’re the man who killed me last winter�
resentment that one so rarely encounters in everyday life.

You brandish your ax. The guy takes a long look at the weapon with his squishy, rotting eyes and in a
gargly voice he screams, “That’s the same ax that beheaded me!�


Is he right?

I'm gonna tell this story to my kids, when I have some.

[dezb1]

Solving the following riddle will reveal the awful secret behind the universe, assuming you do not
go utterly mad in the attempt. If you already happen to know the awful secret behind the universe, feel
free to skip ahead.

Let’s say you have an ax. Just a cheap one, from Home Depot. On one bitter winter day, you use said
ax to behead a man. Don’t worry, the man was already dead. Or maybe you should worry, because you’re
the one who shot him.

He had been a big, twitchy guy with veiny skin stretched over swollen biceps, a tattoo of a swastika on
his tongue. Teeth filed into razor-sharp fangs, you know the type. And you’re chopping off his head
because, even with eight bullet holes in him, you’re pretty sure he’s about to spring back to his feet and
eat the look of terror right off your face.

On the follow-through of the last swing, though, the handle of the ax snaps in a spray of splinters. You
now have a broken ax. So, after a long night of looking for a place to dump the man and his head, you
take a trip into town with your ax. You go to the hardware store, explaining away the dark reddish stains
on the broken handle as barbecue sauce. You walk out with a brand new handle for your ax.

The repaired ax sits undisturbed in your garage until the next spring when, on one rainy morning, you
find in your kitchen a creature that appears to be a foot-long slug with a bulging egg sac on its tail. Its
jaws bite one of your forks in half with what seems like very little effort. You grab your trusty ax and
chop the thing into several pieces. On the last blow, however, the ax strikes a metal leg of the overturned
kitchen table and chips out a notch right in the middle of the blade.

Of course, a chipped head means yet another trip to the hardware store. They sell you a brand new head
for your ax. As soon as you get home with your newly-headed ax, though, you meet the reanimated body
of the guy you beheaded last year. He’s also got a new head, stitched on with what looks like plastic weed
trimmer line, and it’s wearing that unique expression of “you’re the man who killed me last winter�
resentment that one so rarely encounters in everyday life.

You brandish your ax. The guy takes a long look at the weapon with his squishy, rotting eyes and in a
gargly voice he screams, “That’s the same ax that beheaded me!�


Is he right?

no for t'was not this ax or indeed any ax that beheaded him, an ax cannot behead a man... It was I who beheaded him the ax was merely the tool I used.

[Peter Bond]

Solving the following riddle will reveal the awful secret behind the universe, assuming you do not
go utterly mad in the attempt. If you already happen to know the awful secret behind the universe, feel
free to skip ahead.

Let’s say you have an ax. Just a cheap one, from Home Depot. On one bitter winter day, you use said
ax to behead a man. Don’t worry, the man was already dead. Or maybe you should worry, because you’re
the one who shot him.

He had been a big, twitchy guy with veiny skin stretched over swollen biceps, a tattoo of a swastika on
his tongue. Teeth filed into razor-sharp fangs, you know the type. And you’re chopping off his head
because, even with eight bullet holes in him, you’re pretty sure he’s about to spring back to his feet and
eat the look of terror right off your face.

On the follow-through of the last swing, though, the handle of the ax snaps in a spray of splinters. You
now have a broken ax. So, after a long night of looking for a place to dump the man and his head, you
take a trip into town with your ax. You go to the hardware store, explaining away the dark reddish stains
on the broken handle as barbecue sauce. You walk out with a brand new handle for your ax.

The repaired ax sits undisturbed in your garage until the next spring when, on one rainy morning, you
find in your kitchen a creature that appears to be a foot-long slug with a bulging egg sac on its tail. Its
jaws bite one of your forks in half with what seems like very little effort. You grab your trusty ax and
chop the thing into several pieces. On the last blow, however, the ax strikes a metal leg of the overturned
kitchen table and chips out a notch right in the middle of the blade.

Of course, a chipped head means yet another trip to the hardware store. They sell you a brand new head
for your ax. As soon as you get home with your newly-headed ax, though, you meet the reanimated body
of the guy you beheaded last year. He’s also got a new head, stitched on with what looks like plastic weed
trimmer line, and it’s wearing that unique expression of “you’re the man who killed me last winter�
resentment that one so rarely encounters in everyday life.

You brandish your ax. The guy takes a long look at the weapon with his squishy, rotting eyes and in a
gargly voice he screams, “That’s the same ax that beheaded me!�


Is he right?

Loved JDATE and the sequel.

I went through this at work with someone regarding a machine that we had got but technically hadn't bought yet and were continually replacing parts on. So I referred to this; Ship of Theseus and got laughed at.

[paul_]

I guess it's all in how you look at it; if a neck is changed to do one thing, a bridge changed to do another, etc... you only have the one guitar up and running at a time so it seems like you've done a modification rather than rebuilt it or done a project.
I had a project Strat that's had two different bodies/bridges/pickup combos that I consider to have been the same guitar the whole time (and I think stewart pulled a Trigger's brush accusation when I brought it up before). A Strat pretty much always sounds and feels like it's neck, which is why "I've stuck a new neck on it" has always had me thinking "new Strat, then"... a decent Strat neck costs more than the best body you'd ever need too.

Rory Gallagher and SRV also both changed enough stuff on their tatty #1s that they could hardly be called the same Strat anymore. SRV would swap the neck from a less-fucked '60s Strat onto his guitar anytime something bad happened to it, and I think he and Rory both had vintage reissue necks provided by Fender for those guitars towards the ends of their lives (even though both guitars have vintage necks again now, they don't play nicely with them).

[Awstin]

i hope he declares all that if he decides to sell it on ebay

Lmao.

What about boob implants? Are they really the same boobs? Or just sentimentally the same?

On a serious note, look at EVHs Frankenstein. Kinda the same boat here. I heard each neck he had literally fell apart.

[iCEByTes]

I guess it's all in how you look at it; if a neck is changed to do one thing, a bridge changed to do another, etc... you only have the one guitar up and running at a time so it seems like you've done a modification rather than rebuilt it or done a project.
I had a project Strat that's had two different bodies/bridges/pickup combos that I consider to have been the same guitar the whole time (and I think stewart pulled a Trigger's brush accusation when I brought it up before). A Strat pretty much always sounds and feels like it's neck, which is why "I've stuck a new neck on it" has always had me thinking "new Strat, then"... a decent Strat neck costs more than the best body you'd ever need too.

Rory Gallagher and SRV also both changed enough stuff on their tatty #1s that they could hardly be called the same Strat anymore. SRV would swap the neck from a less-fucked '60s Strat onto his guitar anytime something bad happened to it, and I think he and Rory both had vintage reissue necks provided by Fender for those guitars towards the ends of their lives (even though both guitars have vintage necks again now, they don't play nicely with them).

Rory got an rare blood type and acid sweat , what happened is his sweat destroyed entire paint of neck and harped the neck.
Srv was used HEAVY strings and a lot of touring on places different climates , no checkup ended screwed the neck

[Fakir Mustache]

Shad's story is probably more interesting than the book, but the axe has a new handle and blade, while Gilmour's strat still has the same body, even if it has been routed and filled (in only one place I guess).

[Fran]

Top thread.
I enjoyed reading that book.

Triggers Brush