Brother Paul the Baddie,
It's true - when you pick it up out of its case, your first thought is, Man, that's heavy!. Then when you strap it on and start playing, you kinda forget that. The balance really is spectacular. It's the sheer size that's intimidating - you just have to plan ahead when moving about - and better hope that people get out of your way. Since all I have to do is stand still and thunder away, this should be simple.
She ain't heavy, she's my Spyder.
Mint, she is really nice indeed. I plugged her in for the first time last night and she ROARED right out of the gate. I was blown away, so were my bandmates.
In lieu of giving her a specific female name, I thought her name should be a little more ambiguous yet Entwistle-related, humorous, as well as something that will demonstrate my devotion.
Therefore, Spyder #17 will now be known as:
My Wife.
Cheers, Mike