Mr. Weller & the Ballpark Franks

 
Hi. I'm Ray, nickname “Ox”, ‘cause to be painfully honest I am kinda large and clumsy.  Either name is OK with me, I’m not fussy about that part.  Despite the Blog title my last name is not "Weller", nor is this Blog about hotdogs. I live near Tucson, Arizona and have been playing guitar since childhood. My Father played, and as many of you know it can be terribly contagious.

I plan to use this space for mostly guitar-related musings, including my personal gear reviews and ponderings on guitar/music things I’ve found. There may be an occasional story for purely entertainment purposes, and if I get bored/stupid enough there may even be some totally un-guitar-related futz, too. I hope to make you laugh and stir up some useful discussion on occasion.

About this Blog's name (most of my online friends are well aware of the terms) :

Mr. Weller - my soldering iron. "Weller" is a respected brand name in soldering equipment. I an incessantly modifying my guitars. I take them apart, change things, put them back together. Sometimes I improve them.  Sometimes I just remind myself that solder is cheaper than beer.

Ballpark franks - My fingers. The name stems from me joking that after mucking about in the small workspace inside a guitar I've often klutzed Mr. Weller into my fingers so much that they have charming rows of burn marks on them, like hotdogs in a TV commercial.

Not everything here will be intended as humorous, but I do like to think I can paint a vivid word picture.  I hope you do get a laugh or two along the way.

Thanks!

- Ox