I always find it incomprehensible that folk form a loving bond with a wholly inanimate, impersonal object like, say, a car or a house, and yet here I am genuinely bereft at the passing of a loudspeaker. Strange chaps us humans.
I just plugged into my hefty old 15" Trace Elliot cab and annoyed the neighbours one last time.
Dreamed of owning this when I was a callow bass player with a Woolworths guitar and a head full of dreams.
Now I'm at the far end of that road, grizzled, cynical, ancient beyond counting, and I can neither afford a vehicle that can carry it nor lift the damn thing.
I put a solid old fashioned amp into it and cranked it beyond any level of neighborhood decency. Still sounds as amazing today as I dreamed it would way back when.
It's going to a new home, for a new lease of life. I hope it will still bring joy long after I'm returned to dust.
Adieu old friend, you were such a heavy ba$tard.