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Dialing in some choice tones on a vintage @officialfender Twin Reverb prior to our live in studio performance of “Downstream”. Full song drops 12.20.
#live performance#studio#downstream#led zeppelin#rainsong#vibrato#fender#vintage#twin reverb#amp#gibson#lespaul#recording#tremolo#ampeg#effects#third#coast#grand haven#guitar#guitarist#electricguitar#michigan music#michiganmusicians#band#rock#alternative#overdriveorchestra
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Fender Rhodes - Amp Comparison Comparing different amplifiers for the Fender Rhodes electric piano. The direct signal from the Rhodes is recorded once and then sent through the different amplifiers with a re-amp box. Instrument: - Rhodes Mark I Stage Piano Amplifiers: - Fender Twin Reverb - Roland JC-120 - Vox AC15H1TV - Tandberg Model 2 T (TB2) - Leslie 122 Microphones: - Shure SM57 - Royer R-121 - Sennheiser e 602-II (for lower rotor on Leslie) Signal chain: - Rhodes with Avion Studios RetroFlyer Preamp - Universal Audio Apollo - Hairball Audio FET/RACK Revision D - Radial X-Amp into amplifier (except for direct out example) - Chase Bliss Audio & Meris CXM 1978 (almost inaudible, just adds some "air" and stereo width) - DIYRE G Bus VCA Compressor RetroFlyer Preamp settings: - High pass filter in middle position (60 Hz) - Mid boost/cut just below middle position - Stereo tremolo is turned off (until the very end of each example)
#fender#fender rhodes#rhodes piano#electric piano#twin reverb#roland#jazz chorus#jc120#vox ac15#ac15h1tv#tandberg#tandberg tb2#model2t#rose leslie#leslie 122#rotary speaker#retroflyer#avion studios
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Give "The Winery Dogs Live in Santiago" a shot today... Enjoy 🎸
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A couple of late model Fender Twin Reverbs
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the fact kurt cobain, jonny greenwood, thom yorke, thurston moore, kim gordon, brian molko, j mascis, AND james dean bradford all used the same amp i just ordered. the 90s alternative amp...
#technically not the same amp they all used the '65 twin which is a tube amp#except james dean bradford he used the silver face#but theyre all twin reverbs and i got the solid state version that sounds nye identical#also laura jane grace/ steve lacy/ rowland s howard have used it :333#AND will toledo#i do not mean to brag im just incredibly hyped for this
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Please leave the title of the song and the artist in the comments if you recognize it.
#daddysmusic#guitar vids#music is my life#music is life#live music#fender stratocaster#fender twin reverb#hardtail strat#vintage reissue#southern rock#me#mine
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Found Back
Hidden behind a lesly amp..
Not a real cat 😂 But a good substitute for the time being. Now he has a better spot, the Fender Twin amp👍
#Not a real cat#found back#cats#personal#fender twin reverb#fender twin reverb re-issue#lesly amp#fake cat#cats on amp
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unfortunately i am autistic all the time ab shoegaze & gothic & dreampop god bless <333
#i see the words cocteau twins & black out & my brain gets controlled by the weird sad little gremlin in my brain who loves reverb on guitar!#<- real & true#txt
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Released November 12, 1984, Treasure is a truly gorgeous album that sounded like nothing else at the time, with Fraser’s multi-octave range spiraling skyward, intertwined with Guthrie’s celestial fretwork. Brian Eno was actually approached to produce but — according to 4AD’s Ivo Watts-Russell — told the band, “I’m really flattered that you’ve asked, but I’d never have had the courage to use the size of reverb that you used on Head Over Heels!” and suggested they do it themselves. Which they did with fantastic results.
— https://www.brooklynvegan.com/cocteau-twins-gauzy-gothy-treasure-turns-40/
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Soundcheck... well, we need fresh tubes !
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Foxgear 100W Series - 100W MiniAmps in pedal format
Foxgear 100W Series is a line of pedal-sized guitar amplifiers. These compact powerhouses, retailing at $249 each, pack a punch with 100 watts of output power, making them a game-changer in the realm of musical equipment. Foxgear 100W Series The Foxgear 100W Series introduces four distinct models, each meticulously designed to replicate the iconic sounds of legendary rock amplifiers. Allowing…
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#100W#100W Series#Alpha Distribution#amp#analog#balanced out#Direct Box#Fender Twin Reverb#Foxgear#Foxgear 100W Series#HiWatt#HW-103#Instagram#M-1959#Marshall Plexi#pedal#stompbox#TW-100#V-100#VARICAB#video#Vox#XLR#YouTube
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader
Simon desperately eating you out after a rough day.
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The door slammed shut, making you jump and bump against the edge of the counter that you stood at before the sink, finishing up a few stray dishes that had been left from the night before. You turned to see Simon standing there in the doorway, stiff as a goddamn board with only his eyes clocking the room to find you and locking on to your form like a beast ready to pounce.
"Pants off...now," he demanded, his voice metered and firm as he removed the mask covering his features.
"Well, hello to you too," you chuckled as you crossed your arms over your chest, but he was not in a picking mood. "What's up?"
He took a calming breath; it wasn't your fault his mood had been soured today and he didn't need to upset the only person that could turn this all around. "It's been a fuckin' day, luv. Need something to take the edge off before I send someone to the goddamn morgue. So, again, pants off…please."
This wasn't the first time you'd encountered this specific Simon before; his short, gruff sentences were an obvious indication that he has had an absolutely rotten fucking day and was completely over it already. And because this wasn't your first time you knew what he wanted…
…what he needed to let all that stress go.
Slowly you undid the button of your pants, pulling down the zipper before slipping your hands inside the waistband and sliding your jeans down off your legs. Once you removed them from around your ankles you tossed them to the side and stood there in your panties and tank top, waiting for him to give you your next instruction. Like a flash he moved in and was now on top of you, enveloping you entirely with his hulking form as it fit against your curves until your backside was being indented by the edge of the countertop.
Hot, hungry lips scrambled to aggressively connect with your own, fighting for dominance as the back and forth of the dance continued with each passing second. He let himself go to become consumed by you, unable to find a pause to take a breath as he all but devoured you whole until there was nothing left in his mind but you.
Those large hands with their thick, rough digits pawed desperately at the warm, soft skin of your bare hips, grasping as much meat between them that they could hold. All those curves, all the smooth, voluptuous flesh ready to be caressed, it was enough to drive him insane; how fucking lucky he was to have it all at his disposal now to help cure his bad day?
God you were a fucking feast and he was starving.
The connection between your lips was broken sloppily and with haste, a sting of spittle connecting your lips sparkling in the light as he pulled away. Simon hurriedly grabbed the hem of your tank top and ripped it up and over your head, letting your breasts drop and jiggle with the reverb as they were set from their cage.
"Fuck," he groaned under his breath with a sharp inhale through his teeth as he latched those lips back on to your own. "That's a sight that could do me in."
On the move he leaned his tall head lower as those raw lips began to explore further down along the curve of your neck, the line of your shoulder, and finally coming to those beautiful breasts which he immediately sucked into his mouth. The suction was intense as he used the very tip of his tongue to circle those perky rosebuds until he felt them stiffen against the roof of his mouth and your body twitch from the tingly feeling it gave off that shot up your spine.
Whatever you were doing before this felt like a distant memory as his attention grew your arousal so that your body responded in kind to him just the way he wanted. He switched sides on your chest, not wanting the first breasts twin on the other side to get left out. Simon only moved on after your hips began to grind against the bulge growing at the front of his pants.
His lips continued down the line of your body as he knelt to the ground before you, ready to put everything into worshiping that sweet pussy he loved so goddamn much. Over your sternum and stomach all the way down to your pelvis his lips caressed until they reached a roadblock covering those last few inches to his destination. That was quickly dealt with as his fingers wrapped around the waistband of your panties to slide them down your thighs, letting his lips keep going all the way to the mound of your sex; only then did he pause.
"Spread," he demanded again as his hands tapped at your inner thighs, his message being short and sweet and to the point. "I'm fuckin' endin' this day on a high note. I'm not stopping' till I'm on the goddamn verge of death by suffocation, so don't ya even try to move, luv."
You widened your stance with the guidance of his hands until there was enough space to allow his face to fit between them. Hands back on your hips, holding them as handlebars so that he could incline his face against your cunt he dove in.
Your petals were so warm, so silky, and it felt good on his mouth as he kissed that other lovely set of lips a few times, sighing as he was finally able to relax in his favorite place.
"Here we go, baby," Simon breathed into you as he extended his tongue and drug it over the slit between your legs until he had split you open, rubbing the muscle through the small accumulation of your juices to coat his tongue.
Goddamn were you sweet tonight. "Mmmm mmmm," his deep, garbled hum vibrated deliciously on your clit as the taste of you filled Simon's mouth and tingled on his taste buds.
…And then he began to move the pad of his tongue…
Over and over his tongue engaged your core. "Fuck, Simon," his name fell from your lips as his tongue began to make you writhe against his face.
"Again," he said in that gruff growl as he pulled from your for only a second.
You knew exactly what he meant for you to do. "Simon," his name was beautifully moaned from you once more as he focused all his efforts on that small bead of nerve endings at the top innermost part of your cunt.
The sound of your soft, breathy voice calling out to him made the previously enraged Lieutenant fucking crack at the seams and any trace of that rage-inducing day was suddenly completely gone; replaced by a fire to make good on his promise to desperately lap at you for as long as it took until his skin was infused with your scent and he was fully satisfied.
He moved up even tighter against your core, locking on so that even as you bucked there was no chance he would fall off until he was good and fucking ready to let you go. Shit he was pushing you to the limit of what you could take, your body aching wildly as his strike hit precise and deliberate every time until you were right at the cusp of your pleasure. God, his pace was relentless.
Overwhelmed with the intense gathering of warmth in your belly, your toes began to curl together over top of the floor as you scrambled to keep your breathing steady through the growing euphoria. How were you supposed to force yourself to intake air when all your functioning had been redirected straight to that pleasure sensor in your brain?
That thought had little time to gain traction as that feeling of impending pleasure had reached its peak.
Suddenly you were spilling violently, crying out as you tried to move him from you, but Simon was in this till the end. He kept at it until you had ridden it out to completion and finally settled, your heavy panting becoming softer and more drawn out.
You thought that that was it; the finale had been reached and all was good right? You could not have been more wrong. A wet flash of a smirk crossed his lips as he stood back up before you.
Without even a verbal warning his hands were suddenly digging into your sides as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you out of the kitchen and into the bedroom where he sat you on the surface of the bed. Reaching with one of his hands over his shoulders he gripped the fabric of his shirt in his grasp and pulled until it came off over the top of his head, throwing the useless article to the floor before stalking towards the bed.
"On ya knees baby," he grunted as he hurriedly laid down on his back beside you further up towards the head of the bed. "Over my face. Now."
Simon pulled at your arm until you moved, his need to be smothered between your thighs causing him to rush. Grabbing on to the headboard for leverage you knelt over his head.
Your petals glistened with the sticky cum and saliva mixture he had just created as he ate his first course, but there was still plenty to get lost in and he was more than ready to dive back into it.
Greedy hands rubbed up and down the smooth skin of your thighs. "Sit," he commanded and you bent your legs until you were just above his nose, but that wasn't good enough; he didn't need you being gentle, he needed you to give him what he wanted - to let him drown in you.
"No hoverin', I said sit," he hissed as he quickly moved his hands to your hips and wrenched them down so that you had no choice but to lower yourself until your pussy was completely flush against his face like a chair.
His breath hitched not just from the instant lack of available oxygen, but because the feeling of being completely enveloped by your pussy was akin to being high; he was on cloud fucking nine just suffocating against you.
The headboard thumped against the wall from your arms shaking as full contact was made again along your core after just having come. The tears stung your eyes, your over-stimulated clit so sensitive it almost hurt. His grip on your hips didn't let up, keeping the pressure tight so that there was no chance of escape, even though you wriggled in search to ease up a little.
There was still some fight left in you; that simply wouldn't fucking do as it meant he hadn't finished the job and he was anything but thorough. Simon needed you completely spent and too exhausted to even move a goddamn inch.
"I-I can't…I can't," you pleaded with him as you squirmed over top of his stark features like anything you said would persuade him to give up.
You could hear his voice in your head, you knew what he'd say if he could talk at that moment. "Oh yes you can sweetheart. You're gonna fuckin' take it all for me."
I mean look at that big boy, he could eat and that meant all types of meals, you included most of all.
As if a nonverbal response to your mewling, his tongue picked up in speed, stroking wildly against your clit with reckless abandonment. Your fingernails were digging into the wood of the headboard, thighs vibrating against Simon's ears as each movement of that deadly appendage brought you closer and closer to your second harsh release.
"Bastard," you whined.
He gave your hips a hard squeeze. Call me what you like baby, he thought, you're still gonna fuckin' come as many times as I want.
So warm, so wet, so soft, gasping for air... He was in heaven.
Unconsciously your hips began rocking along with the thrusts of his tongue, riding him just as he worked and that familiar feeling in your stomach returned. Seconds passed…or was it minutes? Hours? Time seemed to pass differently when he was eating you out.
All of a sudden you stopped rocking, pressing your pussy as hard as you could against his face, and with a few more hard strokes you cried out as you came violently, slamming into the headboard as your thighs clamped down around Simon's ears.
"S-s-shit…" you whimpered as you ground out the last drop of your ecstasy until Simon tapped your thigh to be set free.
Legs shaking, chest heaving, eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed bright red, you fell down on the bed beside him, unable to move a muscle save for your head. Turning your face towards him you were met with a very happy and content man gazing back at you with those fiery auburn eyes, face absolutely drenched from eyebrows to chin in a thin layer of your cum.
He reached out to you, his palm cupping over the entirety of your cheek. "You did so fuckin' good for me sweetheart," he praised, thumb rubbing over the supple skin there. "So fuckin' good that I think ya deserve a break…but I don't think I'm finished quite yet."
"Oh?" you questioned back through heavy breaths, eyes wide. More?
He chuckled in that deep vibrato as he rolled over to kiss your forehead. "Well… ya see… it was a really fuckin' bad day."
You hadn't planned on dying today, but if Simon got his way he would be setting up your funeral later tonight, but there were worse ways to go…right?
#simon ghost riley#simon riley#call of duty#ghost cod#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost mw2#cod mw2#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley smut#simin ghost riley#simon smut#ghost simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon ghost x you#ghost#ghost cod smut#cod ghost#ghost mwii
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sped all the way from work to catch like 45 min of city of caterpillar and neither opener but they were badass
#the singer played a jazzmaster through a twin reverb which is. my dream setup#deeply dangerous for me financially to see
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Senior, not retired
Twice as nice
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Restful Jam #3 jam #jamuary2023 Roland Ju-06A Synthesizer/Hall of Fame S...
#youtube#jamuary2023#jam#improvisation#mellow jam#roland ju-06a#synthesizer#tc helicon go twin#hall of fame#shimmer reverb
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