LOOKING FOR ROBERT FRIPP:
I recoiled from it all through my youth when I couldn’t
afford the big boys pedals, but now sound I’ve hunted for
weeks, trawling chat rooms & global pedal fetishists.
Eventually I narrowed it to two, the black one or the orange.
With a body like that it had to be the orange, reminiscent of
the only pedal I could afford as a teen. The one that never
sounded Ritchie Blackmore enough, burying my riffs in mush.
That was then, this is Thursday (express delivery from Joe)
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Do not take the black acid. Wise choice with the orange one, chief!
I remember Jimi’s Wah
And Fuzzy Blanket inside
my ear, Screaming octave splitter that went hypersonic
shaking
the chair in front of me as I was in the 14th row.
Just tearing the air
At the Dorton “Let’s Blow Some Hicks Away” Arena.
The Fuzzy Blanket got left inside
My ears…for 12 hours…
Jimi put chewing gum inside his ears.
I’d given anything for a stick of Dentyne
…that night.
My ears are still ringing.
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I’m liking everything from Daring Audio.
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