You could call it an inner-galactic envoy—of sorts. Aboard the spacecraft were many of earth’s greatest artists in route to meet and share the richness of their culture with others from across the galaxy. The trip was a smooth and enjoyable one until we entered the Delta-Gamma sector. It was there we felt it—a slight bump at first. With another sharp jolt some kind of violent tractor beam locked onto the ship. It was dragging us backward toward the black hole that all ships must avoid while traveling in this sector of the quadrant. An audible warning signaling “Red Alert” reverberated throughout as the captain called for battle stations. We had to break free or we were finished.
Usually space travel is rather serene because societies that have mastered this level of technological achievement have also realized the wisdom of peace for themselves and others but this is obviously not always the case. On the viewing screen came a rather reptilian looking fellow with one big eye who announced that the culture of earth must never reach other civilizations. The message of peace and love we were carrying was not to be spread throughout the galaxy and especially not that Rock and Roll music rubbish. What a meany and probably a music hater as well—but this guy meant business. The screen went black.
The Science Officer quickly determined that the tractor beam pulling us toward certain destruction was sonic in its inception. He announced that our ship was not equipped to defend against weapons of this nature or magnitude. Someone screamed, “We are finished! How can it end this way? Many of the greatest minds from Earth, lost forever.”
Fortunately there were also many great guitar makers aboard and realizing the origin of the deadly beam, went to work. One by one they plugging through their favorite amps and routing to the ship’s outside speakers they tried to break free with sonic retaliatory waves of their own—but to no avail. Finally one famous maker de-tuned his magnificent instrument a whole step and blasted an E chord. The ship rocked as if the pulling beam had been disrupted momentarily but we were quickly sucked back under its control.
On the viewing screen appeared the alien again and he did not look happy—which is hard to tell when a guy only has one big eye. “Don’t try that again,” he barked, “or we will have to destroy you now. Either way you will never reach your destination.” With that he laughed a maniacal laugh which sent shivers down our spines and left me wondering why guys like this always have to laugh that way. The screen again went black. The bridge of our ship grew quiet—so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
We were now moving with increased velocity toward the dreaded time/space/gravity vortex. Many were thinking this was the end when a loud click and then another broke the silence. It was the unmistakable click of the heavy-duty latches used to secure the case of a Tom Anderson Baritom. Someone was releasing it. Tom stood up to his full 6 foot 2 inch height and strapped on this 28 5/8-inch scale length Cherry Burst baritone instrument. As usual it had been perfectly set-up at the factory with .012 to .068 gauge strings and tuned a 4th lower—B to B.
All the Tom Anderson, Baritom instruments have quite a reputation for producing the biggest, baddest, most usably gargantuan tone in the universe—bigger than even a 7-string. It is absolutely the best at generating the giant, multi-textured rhythms and different levels of huge distortion required for much of today’s music or for adding girth and depth to any live or recording situation of any kind. And it can do all this while remaining pleasingly articulate and retaining non-floppy, effortless playability.
This had quickly become one of those telling moments in life when reality must outperform all expectations and must overshadow mere legend or all is lost. You could say that the fate of humankind hung in the balance as we drew ever nearer the black hole. The time had come to prove the validity of the Anderson legend. The ship shuttered again. It was Randall Smith that dove for the cable coming from the Baritom and shoved it into the input of two 3 Channel Triple Rectos set for a huge crunch tone.
Tom windmilled a single sustaining G-shape chord (which is actually a D in pitch). The force emanating from the Baritom Drop Top Classic was so immense that everything in that area of the universe actually shifted. The alien ship’s tractor beam was blown to bits with a single sonic onslaught from this magnificently musical instrument. All those aboard our ship cheered. But we were not done. The captain instantly fired up the warp engines and we rocketed away and then sharply turned to come about. As we re-approached at high speed our weapons systems were locked-on target. It was payback time and we were ready. The captain spoke, “Ready to fire on my command. I’ll count us in—one, two, three, four.” All of the musically inclined aboard had formed a band and burst forth with a rousing rendition of “Come Together.” You cannot even begin to imagine how huge that song sounded with the Baritom driving the soothingly forceful rhythm.
On screen came the alien once again. At first he protested loudly but by the time we reached the second verse he was tapping his flipper and when we all joined in on the chorus, he was singing at the top of his gills and wanting to play tambourine. Won over by the sultry sweet tones of this inaugural Tom Anderson, Baritom Drop Top Classic, he has become our good friend and now plays percussion in the first inner-galactic band. Music, it is truly the universal language.
MODEL: – Baritom Drop Top Classic
FINISH: – Cherry Burst with Binding
BODY WOOD: – Flamed Maple with Alder Back
BODY WOOD BACK COLOR: – same
NECK WOOD: – Maple with Indian Rosewood Fingerboard
HEADSTOCK COLOR: – Matching
NECK BACK FINISH: – Satin
NECK BACKSHAPE: – Baritom Standard
NUT WIDTH: – 1 11/16th-inch
SCALE LENGTH: – 28 5/8-inch
FRETS: – Heavy
BRIDGE: – Vintage Tremolo
HARDWARE COLOR: – Chrome
PICKGUARD: – Pearl White
NECK PICKUP: – SA1R-
MIDDLE PICKUP: – SA1-
BRIDGE PICKUP: – HO2
SWITCHING: – 5-Way with Master Split and Add-Bridge Switch for 14 Sounds
PICKUP COVERS: – n/a
PICKUP RINGS: – n/a
STRING GAUGE REQUESTED: – .012-.068
DESTINATION/LOCATION: – Custom Order