Finally got the Marshall Stack.
Now, all that’s stopping me is the inability to play a guitar.
Pffft childsplay. I mean, what could go wrong. I’m gonna approach at it trump-style: I had money to buy a guitar and amp, therefore I am now a guitarist. An AWESOME guitarist.
The rest will come to me once the curtains open and I’m at front-stage, about to hit that first note.
Oh wait, that’s my re-occurring nightmare. I think I will take lessons.
My dream for an amp was a massive old one. This 12″ near-new (hah I gently mocked the owner, telling him not to worry, I also will sell it on in three years time, virtually unused) beauty is the opposite, but on reflection it’ll be good, as I can take it to lessons. And it was cheap as hell. And made in Vietnam, I love Vietnam.
(P.S. I tried taking a photo of Neil with the amp, for scale; all he ended up taking was my blood).