Johnny Hiland Signature Kiesel Guitar

Ah, when he hit the big time Johnny was Fender's boy, the talk of the town, but he was quickly lured away by Paul's flashy finishes (who ain't?). But we all know how Paul gets bored quickly and, soon, Johnny was out in the cold until Mr. Ball came along. True, Johnny didn't get his own sweet Ball ride 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 drain, bound for the abyss, when Carvin, uh, I mean Kiesel, lured him in with another plank-o-caster.



The headstock was sketchy (hell, it kinda looked like some nasty shit you'd see in 1960s military VD prevention film) 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 in five minutes). 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.....