I murdered an old friend last night. It was this 1948 National amp you see up there. In my idiocy, I was packing up after rehearsal, got distracted, forgot and backed over it.
It is toast.
I'm happy it wasn't a child or a dog. It was just an amp.
An amplifier I've played through for years, as much of an instrument as my guitars or my box of harps. I don't know how I'll replace it.
Compared with other things that have happened lately, this is a very small thing, barely rising above annoyance.
Still, I loved that old amp.
I hope your year has been better than mine because so far, 2007 has sucked.