…and when it comes to leaving, I hope you’ll understand, I was born a ramblin man… Allman Brothers
I can understand leaving a saxophone out on the verge (jesus those fuckers are loud) but a guitar? I choose to believe it’s a tribute connected to the passing of Les Paul.
South Perth

Perhaps the school has a strict ‘no rock & roll’ policy. Did you check the other entry points? I suspect you may find drum-kits, amps, microphones, spandex, roadies and groupies scattered about the streets, waiting to be picked up again on the way home in the afternoon.
Maybe even one of those guitar-keyboard contraptions. Those things are sweet.
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A keytar? Like in Young Einstein, or whatever that movie is.
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I’d love a keytar. (Why do I want to say keytard?)
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I’d prefer to think of Pseudo Echo, rather than Young Einstein, when I’m prancing about the loungeroom with my keytar. But yes, that’s the one.
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A double neck keytar would have been a good innovation.
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If only Steve Vai had learned the piano, it could have been so…
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I choose to believe the aliens are abducting rastafarians, musos, lesbians and other unwashed undesirables.
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Yeah, they’ll do that.
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Sorry Dan but I see some flaws in your theory. An abduction would surely have left the case strewn as opposed to neatly leant. Aliens need to get in and out of the Atmosphere quickly and discreetly.
Secondly it is a well known fact that lesbians are a most clean lot, having a particular fondness for lemonade douches.
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If they were “pulled off quickly” by the aliens, the case could well have been left cleanly.
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Rather, I imagine that if they had indeed been pulled off quickly by the aliens, the case would have been befouled.
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I suspect a nexus between the get-out-on-Sunday to-let ad revealed in WW68 and this sorry detritus.
Someone was told to pluck off.
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Somebody said he came from New Orleans
Where he got in a fight o’er a Cajun queen
And a crashin’ blow from a huge right hand
Sent a Louisiana fella to the promised land
Big John, Big John, Big John, Big Bad John
Big John > the Ramblin’ Man
:)
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I believe that a blues musician went down to this crossroads in South Perth and tried to make a deal with the devil.
the devil was to have given him the ability to play badass riffs in exchange for his soul, but since the crossroads was in a school zone there was a horrible short circuit of mojo and the devil turned the muso into a paedo.
he was immediately arrested and the guitar left behind
or something
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It might have been the crossroads of mill point and coode, so that is quite likely.
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The Devil tends to get disoriented on the rare occasions he ventures beyond his Rockingham stomping ground.
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Hey, he’s tryin’ a make a livin’ in the best way that he ca-an. Give him a break.
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…and he’s tryin to be a better ma-an.
Oo-ooh Sa-tan
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no doubt he is now in teh holding cell on anti-libido medication singing the ‘Bicycle Seat Sniffing Blues’
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pringling?
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=pringling&defid=2778202
the act of masturbating whilst sniffing still warm (freshly dismounted) bicycle seats.
“after rosie returned from the shops, troy emerged from the bushes and set about pringling her bike seat. “
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you learn something every day
who says this site isn’t educational?
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Snacks.
Oh, that was a rhetorical question. Don’t mind me.
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As “the kids” thumb – LOL.
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Do you think a mud baton might be used by shit stirrers, and if so why has the term not become a TWOP institution yet?
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Orbea, “pringling” is too beautiful. I thought it was going to be something unsavoury about potato chips. I will use it as a blog post this week with full credit of course to yourself and urban dictionary. god bless urban dictionary. (and abandoned guitars)
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