Tap, tap, tap, testing for echo.
Been living in my own head a bit lately. Just got off a highly collaborative team gig on the day job and am now back to some 95% isolation remote freelance stuff and I kinda miss having someone to talk to during the day, you know? So it's you I'm talking to. Talking at. Whatever.
On the bright side, being off the clock means I found time to put a mint green pickguard on my sea foam green Jazzmaster. It is now a work of slightly clashing pastel verdure.
It has a certain 50s asbestos impregnated chic, neh?
Posted Thursday, March 17, 2022.