Despite the best laid Plans...

This week has been dark, rainy, and my mood has followed suit. I usually love a good storm and heavy rain, but this is becoming a trend. I get pensive, brooding, and introverted in weather like this.
Which may be why I can't seem to stop listening to the Plans album by Deathcab For Cutie.
Aside from the fact that I can only wish that I was as poetic and insightful as Ben Gibbard, every single one of the tracks on the cd seem to be speaking to ME. I've always liked this album, don't get me wrong... but this week it has seen some serious play time. I love the atmospherics that both DCFC and the Postal Service use. Different Names for the Same Thing uses a electronic synth that builds throughout the song until the very end of the song which sounds pretty similar to the intro to Baba O'Riley by The Who (often mistakenly called Teenage Wasteland).
Top played songs for this week:
Different Names for the Same Thing
What Sarah Said
Brothers on a Hotel Bed
Summer Skin
Your Heart is an Empty Room
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I dropped off my Relic Stratocaster project to a Lutherie shop in the Drake neighborhood. Getting the tuners installed, a bone nut set, and a professional setup and intonation. Supposed to have it back by next week sometime. I need to do another open mic. I need to write more music. I need to find a place to play on a fairly regular basis. I need to find someone who has free time and can play the drums. I need to stop rambling...

The Relic

I figure that this guy is complete enough to debut. 'The Relic' project now only waits on tuners, nut, and controls.
This strat is days away from being playable. I also plan on replacing the white pickup covers with mint green ones to match the pickguard. Those are Custom Shop Fat 50's pickups for those that are interested. Low output; the opposite of Texas Special or overwound pickups. Lets you crank your amp and hear every subtle sound out of the instrument without distorting or feedback. Also means I can have the pickups just under the strings, the way I like it without so much twangy bite to it.
I know that it looks strange having the paint look so old but the rest of the guitar is pristine, and I plan on fixing that. The metal hardward gets a saltwater brine sprayed on it to oxidize them, the wood gets scratched and dinged, and the headstock needs a few war scars too. I think I'm going to give it a few significant dings in strategic places, but then letting the rest of the relic process happen naturally.