I had to fire myself, then fire my replacement, then fire his replacement. I turned over writting duties to one of those Weazel Balls. I left to roll around on the keyboard and this article was the output. Enjoy!

In this installment Randy Joe Oglethorpe talks about his OLP MM1.

What is the Make/Model?

This is a OLP MM1.

What is your history with the guitar?

I picked it up at a local flea market because I needed an instrument for a project I wanted to do. For a while I had been fascinated by the East Coast-West Coast rap feuds of the late 1990s. Of course, me being from Sunrise, Mississippi and white I didn’t really understand what was happening and I didn’t find out until around about the whole scene until 1997 when the death of The Notorious B.I.G. I got my hands on a copy of Ready to Die and listened to it about a million times. Later on I found of copy of Enter the We-Tang and I was hooked. I couldn’t relate to the stories because I was, essentially, from anther planet, all I could understand of the music was the beats and the anger and desperation inherent to the music. When I tried to turn my friends on to the music it didn’t go over well. Let’s just say that they were not as enlightened as I would have hoped and leave it at that. I really wanted to share the music with so I thought to myself why not create country arrangements to the songs? So I got this guitar and went to work and here we are.

Why this one?

I just didn’t have a lot of money, so I made do with what I could find. I paid less than $100.00 for it at a local flea market.

Any good war stories?

I spent months coming up with musical arrangements for the songs on the two CDs I had and finally I was ready to go on-stage. The county fair had a talent contest every year and entered it, thinking that would be the easiest way to bring my version of this beautiful music to the people. I called the act “Yo Mamma is Country Music.” That’s how you think when you’re young. Only having the experience of people who supported me, I didn’t realize that what I was doing was going to be a disaster. I got on stage in front of about 100 people and did my version of Protect Ya Neck. Man I was into it. I was so into it I didn’t notice that everyone was leaving. When I finished the only person in the house was Gus the stagehand who had to give me the news that I was so bad that even the judges left. I was crushed. I just dropped the guitar right there and left. I went straight to my truck. It wasn’t until a week later that Gus stopped by house and brought the guitar back to me. I learned a valuable lesson that day – you can’t take what someone else has created and make it yours; you have to create it on your own. I keep that guitar as a reminder.