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Summer Philly, 2009- Pt. 1.

Summer Philly, 2009- Pt. 1.

Well, another Philly show at Valley Forge is in the books and we trooped out of Pennsylvania tired but triumphant. The show was a little smaller this year so far as dealer attendance, but the amount of gear coming in was more than enough to go around. So, without further ado, let's get to having our way with some folks!

Photos 1-3. This is the venue and overhead shots of the show (obviously). Two things we can say about these Bee- 3 shows is, the isles are always wide and easy to navigate and they think to put carpet on the floor. Believe me, it makes a difference by the third straight day, when your doggies are barking the loudest and your knees are creaking a little. Nice touch.

Photo 4. One of the owners of Woodman Guitars. We don't know his name, but he can play every stringed instrument known to man and some wind instruments. The only thing we haven't seen him take a crack at is the tuba and that's because nobody's every brought one to a show. We did see him take a shot a playing one of those long, Swiss horns in those Ricola commercials in the parking lot of a Captain D's one night in Dallas and I'd swear it sounded like somebody was branding a steer...

Photo 5. It's a little- known fact that in 1968, during Zeppelin's tour of Japan, Jimmy Page got a little frisky after one of the shows and nine months later, the world had a Jimmy Jr. on it's hands. The child grew up in relative anonymity and lived a good life but was unable to recreate the fame and fortune of his British daddy. He was also kept in seclusion in a small village so Jimmy's wife wouldn't find out that her husband had gotten his freak on years earlier. That said, we would like to present to the world for the first time, Mr. Kaz Page and while he may have gotten only some of his daddy's good looks, he got all the talent and when you hear this guy play, there's no doubt that he listened to every one of those unmarked Led Zeppelin records that showed up for years at Christmastime ....

Photo 6. Have you ever been in noisy, crowded room and when a certain person walks in, a hush overtakes the crowd? This very thing happened to us on Saturday as Lee and I were chatting in our booth and when the murmur dimmed, we instantly knew; The Mysterious Mr. E had arrived. Now, being short of stature, I was all for "taking a break" until this dark spector was no longer amongst us, but my tall partner grabbed his camera and took off for a certain booth, intent on getting photographic evidence of his identity. What's a midget to do? Heck, I followed him and as we rounded the corner of the main isle, we saw the back of his head- indeed we were in the presence of the Dark Overlord himself. Mr. "bold to a fault", Lee eased up to the booth full of Mexican Strats and Chinese Les Pauls, camera at the ready. I was content to crawl under the table of the booth across the isle, content in my fear and comfortable with my current physical state of shivering and quaking. As the Evil Master, Mr. E slowly turned his head to face the 6' 4", amateur paparazzi standing before him, Lee's camera went off with a flash and quicker than one could imagine, he was off with long legs flying everywhere and eyes bugged out in excitement. I truly believe he thought he was a 70's Creem magazine photographer that had captured one of the members of KISS without their makeup. I just pulled my head back under the table I was hiding under and shut my mouth. A few hours later, we met up in what we thought was the safety of our booth to look at the forbidden photo when two goons in red and green striped sweaters (as in the old Batman shows) showed up with clubs in their hands and grins on their faces. It was now apparent that the Mysterious Mr. E had unleashed his two main henchmen, Chuckenstein and Wayneburger on us poor and unassuming 'Elk boys and it was now time to pay for our camera- clicking ways. Long story short, Lee and I were pummeled like a couple of six year- old girls at a biker riot and I had to tie an ice bag to the top of my noggin for most of the 750 miles back Georgia. Now, neither of us can remember where we live and all we have to show for it is a photo of a guy with a card in front of his face....

Photo 7. This is Ray, who brought his 1958 ES-335 to the show to sell. He bought it new in '59 and decided it was finally time to let her go but before it went, I got this photo of a guitar- lover with his first girl. Not many of these left anymore.

Photo 8. Want to know the meaning of the word "neat"? It's the sight of Kenn Pierog, sitting in the Kebo's Bass Works booth wearing a GrinningElk T- shirt. When he left, there were little 'Elk hoofprints all over Kebo's booth and no matter what they tried, they couldn't get them to go away. Marked territory, I'd say....

Photo 9. A group of people quietly entered the show on Sunday, draped in flowery necklaces and armed with pistols- we later found out that the leis were Wolfsbane and the guns were loaded with silver bullets. This group was the Valley Forge chapter of the Pennsylvannia Lycanthrope Society and it seemed that we had an actual werewolf loose in the guitar show. Most of the dealers merely snorted and scoffed as they were informed of the whereabouts of this monster, but once again and with camera at the ready, my tall and eager partner took off to see if he could capture this creature on film. With no regard for his (or my) safety, Lee eased across to room towards a particular booth that was secluded in the back and somewhat in the shadows. Pow- a flash goes off and all we see next are arms and legs flailing across the room at the speed of sound and out the front door. It looked like the Keystone Cops all wrapped up into one person but as you can see here with your very own eyes, he has taken a picture of the only werewolf in existence that doesn't need a full moon to change shape- Mr. Howie "Don't Walk Down that Dark Alley" Statland.

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