Every generation of video game consoles, it's the same story: Nerdy, sexless fanboys pile into internet message boards to claim that the console they spent all their hard earned money on, whether it be from Sony, Microsoft or Nintendo, is the very best one, and the reasons why are clear. Oh, and also anybody who went a different route than they did is a complete retard who is incapable of proper use of a spoon, let alone a well educated purchasing decision. The same exact sort of low-level, congress of baboons debate rages on in guitar forums; except instead of Sony, Microsoft, and Nintendo, we have to hear about who got the very best piece of equipment from Gibson, Fender or PRS. Or Ibanez. Or Schecter. Or ESP. Or Jackson. Or Washburn. Or Dean. Or even Carvin if your father never told you he loved you.
Or EMG or Seymour Duncan or DiMarzio...
... or Elixer, or D'Addario or Ernie Ball Slinky...
... ... or Peavey, or Marshall, or Orange, or ENGL, or Randall... ...
This sort of thinking is most commonly witnessed among pick up truck drivers out and about wasting the world's precious oil reserves on American highways. Ever drive behind someone in a Dodge Ram with a white trash bumper sticker of Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes pissing on the Ford logo? You'll also see the same thing vice versa, of course. Bootleg Calvin doesn't care, he pisses on everything. It's just simple human psychology. When someone spends a relatively large amount of money on something, they typically do extensive research before acquiring said item, to make sure that they pick the very best one among all the available choices. We are all dangerously confident in our intelligence when making these sorts of personal choices. It's narcissism run amok. To each one of us, if it wasn't the absolute very best, correct choice, we wouldn't drop that kind of money on something. So none of us can possibly wrap our head around why other people made the other choices. They must not have done their research. They must not know quality when they see it. I should go log in to a web forum regarding this subject so I can tell all the Tundra drivers what a bunch of shameless fucking traitors they are for getting the Tundra instead of the Silverado. Don't they care about apple pies and eagles and the troops and our freedom?
The major brand debate among guitarists gets a little more hairy than it would with other subjects of interest, given the insanely wide variety of options available to players. Things only get more complicated considering the fact that one guitar from one brand will not sound or play anywhere near the same as a different guitar model from the same brand. Hell, even the same exact model will play and sound differently, depending on how much focus was put on one's quality control over the other, or what year or "generation" said model was produced. It's a game changer depending on whether you got a Gibson model before their "quality control went to complete shit", rather than after. But why does it even matter, when 40% of online guitarists agree that "all Gibbies are garbage anyway. They only sell themselves with a name these days." This sort of discussion then usually deteriorates to how "Fender's in the same boat" and then ultimately, of course, "get a Carvin".
No. Leave me alone, God damn it. I will never buy a Carvin. Carvins are hideous and played by goateed dads that wear necklaces and sunburns. They sound as basic as they look. And even if you customize your own personal gem for well over $2,000, it's gonna be a hard resell for $500 the second after you take it out of the fucking case. The only way to make any money off of a Carvin is to return it.
|Because God knows where the thing has been.|
Most of what I just shared about Carvin is something called an opinion (the resale value bit, sadly, is true). It's just my opinion, but it's the only thing that matters when it comes to any of this crap. If Carvins give you exactly the tone you're looking for and they are comfortable for you to play, then please, by all means, go forth and customize your Carvin to match your flaming bowler shirt. Sorry, look, I love that you love Carvins. Good for you. You have my blessing, you always will, just don't expect me to ever want one. On my worst day. Ever.
|Trust this man.|
Yes, okay, my new guitar happens to have a quilted maple top, but there are bigger things at stake here than who does, or does not have a quilted maple top, alright?
But if it's not a flame(--d maple top) war focused on what major brand to choose over another, it's how much better the real guitar is versus its overseas mass produced counterpart. Which will be discussed tomorrow in Part 3.