Yeah, I know, the title doesn't tell you anything. :shrug: I went to audition/jam with something of a local punk legend last night. I won't put his name out there, but he's been in the Hampton Roads scene since the mid 80's, has toured extensively while opening for the Ramones, and started a band that he shut down later because they were getting too big, too fast. We've been communicating via email for a couple of weeks, I did some call-in stuff for some of his original songs, that sort of thing. He wants to jam, record some, and MAYBE play a gig or two here and there, but nothing more. I wanna expand my horizons and get out of my comfort zone, so it's win-win. It was an awesome time. I brought my Warwick 5 $$, LMT800, and Avatar B410 Neo, and while none of that says "punk" I guess it sounded pretty good... I say "I guess" because my LMT800 was CRANKED - gain to noon and master to almost 100%. The rig was just POUNDING, distorted nicely actually, and I was still having a time keeping up with his full stack Marshall and drummer. The room we were playing in is his garage upstairs, probably 800 square feet, completely carpeted, ceiling, walls and all, which has 3/4" ply under that! At any rate, if I'm going to keep playing with this guy, I think I'm gonna need a 610 or even 810... Maybe a second 410 instead, but that would mean I'd have to trade my current one for an 8 ohm cab. The best part, the part that makes this officially part of the "humor" thread is that the guy doesn't know a single note - he knew he was tuned a half-step down from standard, but couldn't find an A if it bit him. The whole time we were working on the three tunes we did last night, he'd have to show me where his fingers were - "I'm playing this, just like this" he had to have repeated about a dozen times... At least, I THINK that's what he was saying - couldn't hear anything, even with earplugs. Just lip-reading, really. The drummer was a college kid, originally from DC, who was killin' it on the drums, even though he was WAY outside of his comfort zone as well. By the time it was all said and done, all three of us had stupid, ****-eating grins on our faces, and were pouring the sweat. I've never been into punk, but I'm starting to "get" it.