Bad morning, gang. I dreamt that I met Billy Gibbons and I was jamming with him on my korina/rosewood/ebony strat... and then I stopped and looked down and my rosewood neck was falling apart in my hand like rotten wood and it also had a huge S-curve in it.
I woke up feeling like sh*t and called in sick.
I must have angered the guitar gods somehow...
I woke up feeling like sh*t and called in sick.
![Frown :( :(](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f641.png)