I was going to sell my AMP BH-420 until last night. I even had three buyers lined up and waiting to come plug into it. Last night I plugged into the headphone jack and played stuff I would ordinarily never touch. My execution was haggard, but it was a smack upside the head of inspiration. I have been, for a good 10 years now, consistently playing music I don't love and putting up with lots of political ******** to do it. I have effectively poisoned my relationship with music through consistent devastating compromise to the point that I've become a blockhead almost utterly. Anyway, last night I got a wake up call through a pair of headphones, and have answered it. I pulled the ad. I'm still playing music I don't love, but I'm also taking care of that which I do, the muse that got me started in the first place. It's "that sound- the beautful sound" that I wanted to make! This old A.M.P. bass head took me there last night, so I have to keep it. I'm taking stock of things that are meaningful to me musically/personally. I have a family and responsibilities- and I love my people! I owe them and their needs are pre-eminent. It's one of the things that makes life satisfactory. But there is no excuse for letting yourself go to hell. Gotta keep you garden. Thanks for reading.