While I’m not addicted to controlled substances or alcohol, I do admit that I have a fairly obsessive, addictive personality. Take this blog, for example. Not only am I addicted to gear, but I’m actually addicted to writing about it which, I suppose is a good thing since it keeps my content pretty fresh (though I do have to apologize for the last few weeks, dear readers, as I have been on the hunt for a new job).
It’s sort of a strange thing looking inward. And as I look at all the gear I’ve acquired over the years, I’m digging up memories that aren’t so pleasant, but those unpleasant memories have also helped shape who and what I am as a guitarist today. I can’t simply dismiss them or reason them away into irrelevance. I’ve purchased all sorts of gear – guitars, pedals, amps – that soon lost their luster after a short time, and since then, they’ve been collecting dust. That’s not necessarily a bad thing as at least I know what I DON’T want to hear. 🙂
Besides, sometimes I actually return to them and LOVE their sound. For instance, before I started using it regularly again, my Fender Hot Rod Deluxe sat in my garage for almost a couple of years. Then I got my Timmy pedal, and my American Deluxe Strat. Oooh… Strat + Timmy + Hot Rod = Glorious Tone!
But I got lucky with that combination because I already had the amp. The “addict” part comes from this seemingly insatiable appetite for gear. I never get tired of it! And when I have the means, I get more gear. Right now, I’m a little short on dough, but that hasn’t quelled my desire.
I mean… I can’t even use the excuse that I’m in search of “the perfect tone” any longer. I’ve found my sound(s). But it doesn’t matter. I’ll see or hear something that sounds cool, and WHAM! Out comes the wallet, and I have a brand, spankin’ new _______________.
I know… I’m sick… BUT I DON’T WANT TO BE CURED!!! Ah-haha-haha-haha!!!