My first good electric, before I discovered the joy of the stratocaster, was an Ibanez Les Paul knockoff that weighed more than any guitar I’ve felt since - probable almost as much as the VW Beetle I hauled it around in. Had three humbuckers and I never had a clue what they all did or even how the switches and knobs worked. But it had an ebony fretboard and, to this day, was one of the best playing guitars I’ve ever owned. I somehow just stumbled into a blues sound I liked - no idea which or how many pickups I had on - and just basically never changed it after that. That’s one I wish I’d kept, but I was too new to realize what I had and that all guitars didn’t play that well. This was 1978 and I probably paid $250 for it.