Folk, the last couple of days were a little annoying as the air conditioner in my music room started leaking, unnoticed to me. The consequence was a little lake formed on my carpet and so I had to move it out of the room, which also meant I had to relocate the sixty guitar cases on top of said carpet. Not a bad workout but an intense one.
It did leave me very irritated and unusually whiney. Before I could sob more about my first world problems, something happened which reminded me not to sweat (literally) the small stuff and remind myself to be more grateful
Some of you may remember my first gen Tremonti that I bought not so long ago but unfortunately had tucked away. The great iceberg melt of 2023 had brought the case to the forefront and I thought this may not be a bad time to retry the guitar.
Opening the case reminded me of why I had gotten the guitar. Reminded me of the song I had first heard which was played on that guitar twenty years ago and what it had meant to me at the time. What a difficult time it was, how far I had come since, and why I should remind myself not to whine and moan.
As I was playing the guitar at my desk at the time, I decided to improptu record that story and what I felt at the time. I will not repeat myself here as it will be a novella but whenever you have some time, take a listen. A little different from usual guitar content, but as much a part of me and my identidity as the crazy NGDs and all the music noodling I get up to.
Oh and since I had the camera on, I did a detailed review with a proper comparison with my trusty 594 as well. They sound very different
Here's the video
It did leave me very irritated and unusually whiney. Before I could sob more about my first world problems, something happened which reminded me not to sweat (literally) the small stuff and remind myself to be more grateful
Some of you may remember my first gen Tremonti that I bought not so long ago but unfortunately had tucked away. The great iceberg melt of 2023 had brought the case to the forefront and I thought this may not be a bad time to retry the guitar.
Opening the case reminded me of why I had gotten the guitar. Reminded me of the song I had first heard which was played on that guitar twenty years ago and what it had meant to me at the time. What a difficult time it was, how far I had come since, and why I should remind myself not to whine and moan.
As I was playing the guitar at my desk at the time, I decided to improptu record that story and what I felt at the time. I will not repeat myself here as it will be a novella but whenever you have some time, take a listen. A little different from usual guitar content, but as much a part of me and my identidity as the crazy NGDs and all the music noodling I get up to.
Oh and since I had the camera on, I did a detailed review with a proper comparison with my trusty 594 as well. They sound very different
Here's the video
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