For the love of God and all that's holy, this guitar embellishes everything that is cool and was cool about Leo's brain child, the Telecaster. Made of solid one piece Ash and more Titanium that is allowed on the space shuttle, this guitar is nothing short of "OMG". Eager to plug it in, I hastily rolled through the 'Elk cave to find a Soldano that was willing to facilitate my rock-n-roll aspirations. First things first: setting the mood. Guitars are like taking a woman out for dinner; The finer the woman, the more preparation you do to set (yep- you got it), "the mood". We males are a proud set and we generally do not plan to fail so with that in mind, everything has to be just so. With this mindset, I warmed up the amp and went through the checklist. Do I have my trusty Dunlop 88 mm pick? The very one I had to fistfight eight grown men for at the Telsa concert and it actually belonged to Frank Hannon? Check. Is my Jimi blacklight poster from the Isles of Wight concert in plain view without obstruction? Check. A quick glance around the dimly lit room reassures me that my lava lamp is not only on, but fully functional, complete with lava spray and an impressive orange glow. Lastly, my beer. Ice cold, ready and so was I. As the sound of the guitar cord hitting the input jack reverberated through the room, I attack the strings with authority. A quick adjustment to the low E to D takes me to yet another familiar corridor of my youth. My fingers glide over the fretboard effortlessly and I cannot help but enjopy the incredibly full neck. I chuckled to myself; This chunk of flamed maple has to be the John Holmes of guitar necks. As I milk every watt from that Soldano SLO, the lights abruptly went out and the curtain went down. Ray quipped, "WTF is going on in here? Don't you know the Dukes of Hazzard are on and you know how I love my Uncle Jessie. I immediately retorted, "I'm trying to get my Mud Cat on in here and I don't appreciate you detracting from my mojo". Then the lights went out for real and the next thing I knew, I woke up with a knot on my noggin and an overweight Golden Retriever licking my face. It's all in a day's work around here and what's a beer bottle up side the head from your boy every now and then? As the old proverb states: "While plotting revenge, you'd best dig two graves". These are words I should heed, but for now, the next time 'ol Ray goes into one of those Geddy Lee trances, I'm gonna straight club him like he's drunk in a cricket match. By the way, this guitar is nothing but tonal awesomeness and if you're reading this, you already knew...