Years ago I had a club gig booked and, a few days before the show, the club owner (an Internet millionaire, don’t-cha-know) phoned to tell me I could save myself some trouble and leave my own amp at home. He said had me covered with a house amp. For better or for worse, I didn’t ask what kind of amp it was-I jumped at the chance to not lug my 2×12 combo to the show.
And wouldn’t you know it? Millionaires have nice stuff. Onstage that night was a blackface Fender Deluxe Reverb-vintage for sure, and worn in all the right spots.
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