GOT 16
NAMM Pitchman or: How I Learned To Embrace The Art Of Chemistry By Tossing A Pick
Taking a well deserved break in touring, we had that caveman dude running around like a maniac in the Northern California woods, stinking the place up for a good night of Squatchery…when the muffin-headed Princess Puckerpill shows up out of the blue. She says that “Fierce Guitars” is looking to foot the bill for us to travel down to the Anaheim NAMM show…weirdness….it seems that they’ve finished up work on a signature axe, “Iktomi”, for little old me… ✠ Don Dagger ✠
They want us to put on a little show to spotlight Iktomi, and us…as it turns out, this is looking to be a pretty lucrative venture, all tolled. So we hosed down the skunky old cave-dude, put him in his cage, and hit the road…
We were told that Steve Stevens was gonna be there to heckle us, and we needed to fill out a three song set that would serve a showcase for the guitar, and us…
New signature series axe…. “Iktomi”
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Custom scalloped from 12th fret, up through 22nd fret, striped ebony fretboard, custom wound ✠Dagger ✠ Series Pickups(super secret and exclusive

), stainless steel frets, mahogany set neck, and mahogany slab body…carved and beveled to my requests. This thing fits me like a familiar T-shirt, and plays like bacon grease!
The “Iktomi” is a work of art.
Upon arrival, we come across Steve Stevens. He’s wanking his “sub machine gun” cliché at the crowd, and when he’s done…it’s up to us to wake things up a bit. We decide on the methodical approach, and open up with a version of this…
Then we kick it up a notch with this hymn…
To top it off, we fired up a new instrumental, “Swamp Stomper Hoaxer”, that really blew the minds of all in attendance. The young ladies couldn’t keep their clothes on…it was a mass-wardrobe-malfunction of epic proportions, and it all started when I beaned “Machine-Gun-Steve” with one of my picks…The crowd just swallowed him up…it was like nothing I’d seen before…he was just….gone…Even the muffin headed wonder let loose…Princess Puckerpill hit the stage like the seasoned pro she “must” be…That woman puts on quite the pole dance when she’s fired up. There’s got to be a story there…I had to peel her off of me. She was stuck on, like a slug on a log…
I think Cliff The Chemist may have coated my new custom picks in something…something that really “set the mood”…and I had thrown out dozens, to try to keep the rest of them off of me…and finish the set.
He just stood, watching and giggling, as he thumped away on his bass…I know it was him….but he wouldn’t come clean, he just went on about some “international treaties” and some such nonsense…
Picks tossed….
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What a trip….
✠ Don Dagger ✠