As the mystic sounds of whine and twang bleed and groove throgh the air rejoice! for the mighty gods of rock are smileing apon thee. this axe, this guitar! shall not play thy devils music, but shal play the pure, raw emotions of thee mortal soal who plays it. it shal sooth thy soal with its gental yet powerful streems of groove flowing throgh thy boty like light throgh unsinful eyes of thy inocents. and as the mighty sounds of twang and whine flow throgh you... rejoice! for the mighty gods of rock are smileing down apon thee!