pardon the brief hi-jack . . .
I think there is a consensus, at least with Rusty, Wolf and I.
When it comes to wanting anything more than what I have (just a Distillate), it doesn't even cross my mind. Me and my girl have a special bond, I know every ding and dent on her. I can tell what sound will come out of her just by the position of the switches and knobs before I even touch her strings. We have sweated and fretted together in good and bad times (there are scars), but she is my forever bass.
When the day comes that I can no longer play, she will be bestowed to my son, at which time his now infrequent relationship with her will become more intimate and the love will grow an go on and on and on . . .
Now back to the Tejas drooling. . .