Believe it or not, I’ve spent more time looking for a dropped pick on a dark stage than I have practicing my actual scales. It is a universal guitarist struggle.
Believe it or not, I’ve spent more time looking for a dropped pick on a dark stage than I have practicing my actual scales. It is a universal guitarist struggle.
So, you finally brought home that sunburst beauty you’ve been eyeing for months. You plug it in, hit a power chord, and feel like a rock god—for about five minutes.
I’ve been playing guitar for over fifteen years, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that the guitar itself is only half the battle. You can have a vintage
If you are like me, you probably spent weeks researching the perfect tonewood for your latest acoustic or agonizing over the pickup magnets in your new electric. However, I have
I remember the first time I walked into a guitar shop. I was twelve, my palms were sweaty, and I was looking for a single pack of strings. Instead, I
I’ve been there—standing on a dimly lit stage, the energy is peaking, the crowd is moving, and suddenly, I feel that sickening sensation of my instrument becoming weightless. For a
I remember the first time I held a genuine 1964 Stratocaster. It wasn’t just the smell of the nitrocellulose finish or the way the pickups hummed like a beehive in
I’ve been there. It’s the third hour of a grueling rehearsal, your 11-pound Gibson Les Paul is digging into your trapezius muscle like a dull saw, and you’re wondering if
I’ve been playing guitar for over fifteen years, and if there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s that a heavy Gibson Les Paul or a solid swamp ash bass will
I still remember the first time I handed my vintage ’74 Jazz Bass over to a TSA agent. My heart sank faster than a dropped anchor. If you have ever