Twenty years of calluses, garage bands, and gear I didn't need but bought anyway
My first guitar was a hand-me-down acoustic from my uncle. The action was terrible, the tuners slipped, and I loved it anyway.
I saved up from my first job for a cheap electric, joined a garage band that never actually left the garage, and that was that. Hooked for life.
Since then I've played lead and rhythm in cover bands, a blues trio, and a couple of original projects that peaked at about forty people in a bar. I've also taught friends, coworkers, and one very determined nephew to play.
Teaching beginners taught me more about what makes a guitar good than any spec sheet ever did.
I started writing about gear out of frustration, honestly. Most reviews online read like the writer never took the guitar out of the box.
The advice I trusted always came from players who could tell me how a neck feels after two hours, or whether an amp falls apart the moment a drummer shows up.
So that's what I try to be here. No hype, no pretending a $200 guitar is a $2,000 guitar, and no recycled press releases.
Just one player's honest take, backed by a lot of hours and a few too many impulse buys.