Only when I dream. No gigging here - just in my basement recording. (Edited to add - given that my son had to help me move the Orange cab, I don't think it would matter what kind of venues I was at - if I had to move the cab myself, I'd be the guy playing "lead collapsed on the floor"!)
Honestly, I don't know if I'll ever hook both cabs up at the same time or not, but I know me - I have two cabs, two speaker cables and two outputs. At some point, I'm not going to be able to resist. I'm still relatively new to the head/cab setup (the C is the first amp head I've had). And I don't want to ask myself "What's that burning smell?" while I'm playing. Again.
True story - years ago, I had a 300W Spectra amp. Got it through my guitar teacher somehow. I decided to practice one day through headphones (they had volume control, so I didn't have it too loud). After about 10 minutes, I could smell something burny, but could not figure out what it was. Until my ears started getting very warm. Fried those puppies up good.
That's a great story. I was going to tell one about getting my mom her first cell phone, but I decided to go with this one, which is also true.
From the late 70s 'til the early 80s I ran my law office word processing on something called an IBM mag-card machine. It was a very large computer tower that you'd stick cardboard cards into and it could read the card, then type a paragraph from the card onto a piece of paper from a special electric typewriter that was attached to it. It was state of the art. For the next paragraph, you'd stick in another card. My legal secretary had to be trained to use it, and we had a book of boilerplate documents that she saved a lot of time not having to retype. The software must have been built into the hardware. But I didn't have any idea how to run it.
Sometime in the early 80s, my accountant came in and announced that I should ditch the mag card, and go with something new: an IBM Personal Computer. Much more powerful, he said, it can do anything. A computer! I couldn't believe that I could afford a computer! We bought two of these amazing machines.
If memory serves, you'd load in a very large floppy disk in one drive, and that must have had the OS on it, because there was another floppy drive. So this thing arrived, with a monitor, and it came with a Microsoft manual that was as thick and impressive as a law book. I read that thing to get started, and didn't understand a word of it. There was simply no context. I'd never seen a real computer with a screen first-hand.
Finally, we got it turned on. And we couldn't get it to do anything! Nothing!
It just sat there with a black screen and this little white blinking <A>.
I'd figured a computer, it would know pretty much everything. I expected it to give me answers! Needless to say, I was very disappointed. So I called my accountant. "I can't get it to do a thing," I said sadly.
And he said, "Well, did you load in any programs...?"
