It’s like a scene out of a movie. An hour before the show, I stroll in easily, wearing a backpack and carrying two black cases’ and dark sunglasses. A backpack is just a backpack, and everyone can see that the big one holds my guitar, but I can see them staring and wondering what is inside the smaller case. It looks sort of, but not quite like a briefcase. With those thick hinges and chrome latches, they probably think it must be some sort of equipment case. Could it be a scene out of ‘Desperado*? Not hardly; it more serious than that the case holds 1/3 of my tone so I treat it gently even though I know it was built to take abuse.
Stepping up onto the stage, I set down the backpack and the two cases. I start with the mysterious looking case and pop the latches. There’s a few people milling around and talking amongst themselves, but they stop to watch me pull off the lid to reveal my pedal board, one even nodding in appreciation. A few actually gasp when I flip the lid over, place it behind me, and pull out the hidden, 3-space guitar stand (it’s almost too bad that I only need one space for “Ruby”, my curvy Gibson DC Standard). Opening the backpack, I pull out my Weeping Demon wah and two instrument cables. I set the wah next to the pedal board at a slight angle. I look out over the room; it’s going to be a good night!
Then in four quick movements, I plug in all the cables an easy feat since everything is pre-configured. In a final flourish, I take Ruby out of the case, plug in the guitar cable and set her on the stand. The crowd watching me applauds, and I take a bow without even playing a note. I plug my board into the power strip with satisfaction and head out to help the rest of the band.









