My Fender Stratocaster is all restrung (waiting for my Epiphone SG to come back from repairs as well), got my new bass guitar, plus my updated recording/mixing equipment, all ready to start recording.
With a bit of luck, I’ll be working on some new material sometime this year.
But letās be real for a second: I absolutely despise restringing guitars.
Every single time, I convince myself, āThis time will be different.ā
This time Iāll be organized. This time I wonāt lose three allen keys and a string winder under the couch.
This time, the high E wonāt snap at the tuner and whip me in the eyeball like an angry viper.
Spoiler: it never works out that way.
Iāve watched all the videos. Iāve read the tutorials.
And yet, somehow, I still manage to make it a two-hour ordeal filled with swearing, dropped picks, and at least one moment where I consider switching to ukulele permanently.
Thereās something deeply humbling about it.
You can play reasonably complicated stuff, understand theory, dial in killer tonesā¦ and then spend forty minutes trying to wrap a piece of metal around a post without it looking like abstract expressionism.
My strings always look like raccoons with a grudge installed them.
Still, the moment you strum that first open chord with brand new strings?
Pure bliss. All is forgiven.
The guitar sings again, the bass growls, and ideas start flowing.
Worth every curse word.
So hereās to fresh strings, functioning gear, and the faint hope that one day Iāll finally āget the knackā of restringing without wanting to yeet the headstock into the next postcode.
New music coming (hopefully) soon.
Until then, keep your action low and your stringsā¦ well, eventually fresh.