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Guitarless

Posted on | November 20, 2009 | Comments Off

Sharing time.

For the last month or so, I’ve been poking around, trying to get a blog up and running.  Now, I know what you’re thinking – maybe you could spend a bit more time posting here, Hayes.

And you’d be right.

Still though, I now have yet another distraction to prevent me from updating stuff here.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Guitarless.

guitarless

The aim is for this to be a guitar newsy, reviewsy, how-toosy type of blog thing (and basses too, of course). For the last month and a bit I’ve been steadily adding content, tweaking things and whatnot – generally pushing buttons and twiddling knobs.  Now I need to start pimping it a bit.

So then.  Do you know any guitary, bassy people?  Tell them about it.  Tell everyone about it – even if they’re not interested and shout at you to go away.  Tell them.  ”Guitarless.com,” you must shout, “go to guitarless.com to see all the wonderful things!”  Then remind them to click on an advert and buy something while they’re there so I can become one of those dot com billionaires I’ve been hearing about.

So, off you go then.  Tell them!

  • Web: guitarless.com – or link here.
  • Twitter: guitarless – or link here.
  • Facebook: Search for Guitarless – or link here.

Visit, follow, be my fan, Digg, frigg – whatever it is you kids are doing on the computers these days.  I am needy and desperate and will return your love in my own special way (probably involving squatting in the bushes outside your house with a jar to collect hairs from your bin).

Don’t delay, visit today.

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Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and debase my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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