I think I’m more or less settled with most of my gear now.
But what do I mean by settled?
I mean home.
When I pick up my gear, I want to feel like I’ve returned — not at a destination, but at belonging. And I’ve come to know the difference between home and work.
Signal Chains
Home:
- Love Notes
- Green Movement
- Sketch
These feel lived in. Trusted. True.
Work:
- Tangerine Tweet
- ET
They’re work. Not in the heavy, burdensome way – but in the way an artist shows up to the studio: experimenting, refining, searching for wonder in small things. Making digital sonic textures meaningful, letting small amps sing their part.
Amps
- Fender Pro Junior IV – absolutely home.
- Blackstar HT-1R – warm and articulate. Home.
- THR10II – work and play. The brush in ET.
- Lunchbox – a new kind of work, an open project.
Guitars
- Clapton Stratocaster – my truest home. When I hold her, I just know.
- Faith, Joy, Free, 290 – close, familiar, almost home.
- R6 – royalty. Revered. But not the one I reach for when I just want to be.
And so I wait.
I wait for the next guitar that could be my second home.
Will it be:
- the Haruna Telecaster?
- a Mami Strat?
- a ’52 Tele?
- a Nocaster?
- a ’74 or ’76 Fender?
I won’t rush. Because I’ve already found my first home.