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Thanks for the replies. I've gotten good at doing harmonics. I just can't sustain them when I'm pulling the tremolo.
Just so everyone knows, Drop A in this case actually just means standard with the Low E tuned downed to A (which is technically what Drop A actually is). Also to the TS, I play this song all the time and I'm using standard 10 gauge on my tele and I don't get any problems at all, mind you the string will be a bit floppy.
I have a question. In your personal life, are you guys terribly void of empathy -- seriously basic human compassion -- much like you are in this thread? Do you denounce emotions in favor of more traditional, manly behavior? Have you guys ever read a single of piece of social psychology that wasn't on Cracked? Does it make you feel warm inside to dismiss decades of scientific research in favor of "common sense" a.k.a. intuition? Are you only so anti-intellectual when the knowledge at hands threatens your gender role, or are you generally philistines?
I have a unique experience on bullying I think I should share.
I was the kid in school that was the powerlifting team.
I had a 52" chest and 22" biceps.
My biceps were bigger around than my girlfriend's waist, and my thighs bigger around than her chest.
For some reason, the littlest scrawniest shit in school decided that he needed to constantly harass me.
This is the equivalent of a chihuahua deliberately provoking a Kodiak Bear on a daily basis. By all rights it should have ended badly for the runt.
I took his endless shit for a month, then one day I grabbed him, tucked him under my arm, and carried him up three flights of stairs.
The first flight he tried to fight.
I ignored him.
The second flight he tried screaming for help.
I ignored him.
The third flight he was crying like a little baby.
I ignored him and put him down unharmed and went about my business.
Naturally he did not get the point.
The next day the harassment continued. I complained to the teachers and staff, I was not considered to be in any danger, and on the face of it, the shear difference in scale was absurd, so they laughed about it and told me to get back to class.
After another week, I was in the locker room for football practice. He laid into me, I don;'t even remember what he said, I don't care. It was 25 years ago.
I picked him up and stuffed him in a locker full of dirty clothes.
I then put a combination lock on it and the janitor was called in to get him out.
Upon being asked why I did this, I explained what was happening and that he is lucky that I had the patience with him I did, because if he kept at it he was going to get himself hurt.
This got worse and eventually led to him cutting me off on the road, I might have taken it as bad driving, but then he was bragging that he made me shit myself.
Funny, I didn't, but he didn't stick around to find out.
So the next time he decided to start shit with me I picked him up by the arms, pinned him against the wall, and held him there and talked with him for about 10 minutes.
I explained to him that that this was his last chance.
I told him that if he ever started shit with me again I was going to show him just what kind of damage I could do to him.
Somewhere during this period it dawned on him that I was holding him 6 inches off the ground and not straining.
The teachers strangely stayed out of the room during this.
I was later called into the office and asked to explain why I made the little runt piss his pants.
His parents were accusing me of being a bully in an era where there were no bullying policies.
Now, I know that bullying happens, but ya know what?
I was the one being bullied, and I was the one that caught shit because I defended myself so **** your bullying Bull Shit and the horse it rode in on.