Johnny Hiland Signature Kiesel Guitar

When he hit the big time Johnny was Fender's boy, the talk of the town, but he was tempted and bedazzled by away by Paul's flashy finishes (who can blame him?). But we all know how Paul gets bored quickly and, soon, Johnny was out in the cold until Mr. Ball came a'knockin'. True, Johnny didn't get his own sweet Ball ride like some of the other fellers, but he was living in comfortable, if not classy, digs -- until, that is, Mr. Ball found Johnny online shooting Tele porn with Mr. Swade. It wasn't long before Johnny was once again circling the signature guitar drain, bound for the abyss, when Carvin Kiesel, lured him in with a spunky plank-o-caster.



The headstock was sketchy as hell but for all Jeffy knew, Hiland was blind and he'd never know. But Johnny could see a little and all he knew was that this year's guitar was painted up like Kansas City barbecue. Hot Damn! I'm a Keesel man! (for now....check with me next week). Y'all wan't to shoot some parts-caster porn in the back of my van? Youinz got the Jesus mojo in ya, I'm telling' ya! Check out my hat....and my belt....and my fingernails....and my strap....and my pick....and my strings.....and my undies.....and.....motor oil, and trucker hat....and cowboy hat....and fried chicken........and... pedals, oh, lord, the pedals.....