I’m not exactly sure how or why it happened, but at some point I graduated from the KittyCaster to Cliff’s gorgeous crimson red Paul Reed Smith guitar, that had been languishing in it’s case for 5+ years. I keep telling myself that the KittyCaster’s buzzy and tinny growls will be great for punk, or at the very least to be taken to the beach, but it is so evident that what I originally thought was love, was just infatuation with saccharin. This time, I swear I’m in love for real!



