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CBG

Since school decided to postpone for another week, I took my chances and built me a CigarBox Guitar... It's a 3-stringer made from a cigarbox (no shit!), old tuner with odd buttons (from an old Solina organ's controlpanel), a lock, a piezo, small bits of wood, and garden fence pole and a potmeter (also from the Solina)... so hurray, hurray, the first instrument I can hook up to an amp.

Why so happy? Well... it's the first one that doesn't look nor sound like crapule.





Thanks to Shelley for the cigarbox.

Le grandeur d'ukulele

Finally! FINALLY! I'm done! Ahhh! All the pain and suffering, bruises, cuts, burns, severed limbs, hairloss, chemicals inhaled are over. For now that is.

It's all worth it. Starting out probably around february or march 2009 I came into contact with my next door neighbours. Well Marko & Shelley subtly pushed me towards the Ukeboxal ways and voila, I can present you 3 ukes (of which 2 in tune and one having a tendency towards sitar/zen/singing bowl)



Contestant number one originates partialy from Italia being an olive oil tin can, the neck and head are made from hardwood and notably made from scratch. Originally I'd put wooden sticks in for tuners but that wouldn't fly all that well so I wrecked the old tuners for a banjitar. It's quirky feature is that because the neck is on a bendable surface I had to strap it down, thus coming to the idea of putting a spanny-thingy (don't have the slightest idea how to call it) so you can adjust the height of the strings towards/away from the neck. It also makes and excellent tremolo.
Contestant number two is made from old computercasing, a steel pipe and some crap metal. It fitted with steel strings, can be used for weightlifting, makes a great slide ukulele, but actual playing it is messed up.
Contestant number three is affectionately dubbed Kraftwagenverbandkastenukulele. Made out of a first aid kit and a salvaged ukuleleneck. The bridge is an old syringe tube. The soundhole was made sweet love to by a Bosch electric drill and a random wooddrill.



If you yourself are that sweet to have read this heapload of text, I will love and cherish you forever.

Looks like we got ourselves some catchin' up to do: Bittersweet Colt Remmington

In an academic assigment dubbed 'Plaats Delictcious' (combination of crimescenes and foodrecipes), one of the products was a Chocolate Colt Remmington. Only thing to say about it is that it tasted well enough to translate into a belly-ache.

Looks like we got ourselves some catchin' up to do: Ushanka (Russian fur hat)

Recycled a mink fur coat, because it'd probably only look good on a pimp so at least the Mrs. will be warm this winter. Yet again artsy/crafsty, but not shame whatsoever.

Looks like we got ourselves some catchin' up to do: Kaiser

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Looks like we got ourselves some catchin' up to do: Angel of something

This dates way back to days of yore, when mother dearest painstakingly gave me her Singer.

So here's a farty-craftsy stencil I did. I'll be politicaly correct and say no more.

Look like we got ourselves some catchin' up to do: Coffee Bass

One findeth one box for coffee and one ripeth out one supportbeam out of the gardenfence. And taketh a rusty pipe and maketh a CoffeeBass.

It's still in progress (the comb needs to be mended and gotta shave some pegs), but it sure does look hella nifty (if I may so).