But Jack cannot grow up a dull boy, so I decided to celebrate with a purchase that took longer to decide then the building of the Sphinx. I finally bought something in the wee hours of the morning, but went to bed feeling pretty good about, though it’s gonna make many of you scratch your heads wondering, what???
It’s invading IA on Wednesday via FedEx. It’s a beast. It’s mighty mean. It’s what you buy when you’re overtired. It goes against all common sense and the grain of clear thought.
It is not a bass guitar. I’m standing pat until something changes in time. I’ll wait for the signs.
It is not a combo either. I seriously cannot find room for yet one more combo, though I looked at them the same way as a doctor looks at a tumor; with great interest.
It’s meant to be paired with my PF-210 HE cabinet which is a true bottom feeder. If you like deep bass, this is a solid cab.
It’s loud to the point of obnoxiousness, though I most likely won’t experience that with my violin bass and CSN songs.
It totally doesn’t fit my usual motif and that’s why I like it. It’s an oddball like me, including the fact it’s a blemished model, though I could afford a new one. Something about a combination of snarling and downtrodden interests me.
Be here in either Wednesday evening or Thursday sometime for the unveiling. Any and all guesses will be welcomed and appreciated. In fact, if you are a true visionary and guess it, I will sanction G’Dog to forge you your very own ring for being the best guesser in the club!
To be fair, here’s a hint: while it’s glass inside is quite clear, the company name of this mystery device is quite colorful.
Good hunting!
A sunburst cab with tort (he said to the guy hugging his Rogue). Do you want my ring size?

