saying goodbye to this beauty will not be easy, but she needs a home ---one that is full of heavy bass lines and magical musings. i called her raven and she called me Mother. we were a classic pair, floating through midnight skies into the depths of whatever artistic vortex we could find.
she comes with picks, cords, and a brand spanking new bag.
won’t someone please give her a good home, please. she doesn’t take no for an answer. and if you know that, you know that she’s good for tons of late night music creations.