To mod, or not to mod: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous semi acoustic wiring looms,
Or to take arms against a sea of phasing troubles,
And opposing magnet polarities end them?
To deny oneself: to tweak;
No more; and by a tweak to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks of poor soldering
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To mod, or to tweak;
To tweak: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that tweak of P.A.F desires what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off the single coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life of endless instrument purchases.
Peter (who stole it from his friend Bob "The Emperor Of All Things Musical" Chamberlin)
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