My Compressore seems to have become a fizzly-noise machine rather than a useful tool, so I went to Craigslist to see what I could find. Lo and behold, there's an Earthquaker The Warden at a reasonable price. I called the guy. "Yeah, it's basically new; I don't see what people do with these compressors. I've had a lot of calls, but nobody's showing up." I assured him I would show up, and he told me I could meet him at a certain upscale bar.
Long story short, I meet him at the bar, and he tells me he has an endorsement deal with Earthquaker. "Cool," says I, "What's your band?" He says he's a session guitarist, and mumbles something about a band that I can't quite make out. I hand him the cash, he hands me The Warden. Says, "Can I write you a receipt?" and I sort of nod my head. He makes no move to procure pen or paper, and I take that as my cue to leave.
All in all, an odd experience, but that's Craigslist. A session guitarist that doesn't know what a compressor is for? Inconceivable.
Long story short, I meet him at the bar, and he tells me he has an endorsement deal with Earthquaker. "Cool," says I, "What's your band?" He says he's a session guitarist, and mumbles something about a band that I can't quite make out. I hand him the cash, he hands me The Warden. Says, "Can I write you a receipt?" and I sort of nod my head. He makes no move to procure pen or paper, and I take that as my cue to leave.
All in all, an odd experience, but that's Craigslist. A session guitarist that doesn't know what a compressor is for? Inconceivable.
