
First Impressions



I wanted to explore in a different direction with this build.
Black Wolf ’67 is the mirror of Birdseye Blonde ’67 — taking the same platform but radically flipping the electronics plus some subtle construction details. Lithe dark magic emerges from this forest, all glowing eyes and bright fangs in the gloaming.
Bare Knuckle alnico Nailbombs coil-split with superorganic woodiness into singles with punch and depth. Perfect gleam and ruthless clarity, there is no outrunning in this fairy tale. Slip between the trees…but full-on humbucking brings every soft creature in the valley to standstill.





Playing through Tweedle this last month has been inspiring. The mids are just perfect, radio friendly. As you know, Tweed lows are infamously wild and wooly. But, as it turns out, those lows are tamed when matched with era-correct single coil pickups.
Leo was iterating his amps and guitars in parallel.
When you hear them together, the world comes into focus. Man, what tone.



My good bud Steve Sjuggerud flew up from Florida this week to hang out in the studio and catch up. Our plan was to record a jam session, but we got distracted by amplifiers. More specifically, amplifier mods. Turns out, this might be the deepest rabbit hole of all time. We forgot to play and just talked for two days.
Choose your tubes. Pot values. Caps. Resistors. Rectifier? Schematic. Point to point. Switches. Wire gauge. Speaker. Magnet material. Cabinet material. Open back or closed? Pine. Birch ply. Finger joint. Tolex. Tweed.
Change out any of those variables and the amp becomes an entirely different beast.
Steve, so awesome to catch up in person. Thank you for our time together — and also this amazing amp.





Center city Philadelphia skyline, visible on the horizon, is not lit green this year. Eagles distracted themselves with internal politics, spiraling into the Delaware River, forgetting to come up for air.
The dog and I outside in the January evening darkness just now. Her senses alert to the movement of large animals, green eyes of deer bobbing in the field at the limit of my flashlight’s quick glance. I wonder what she thinks of the human hand’s ability to conjure light at will.
My attention is heavenward. Orion is our companion, now and for some months ahead. Jupiter too, alone this year for the most part, playing a solo in contrast to last winter when Mars and Saturn were constant accompanists.
Too much light at the moment, maybe Bortle 8. When we repeat our steps in the hour or two before sunrise, mankind will be asleep, skies maybe Bortle 6 here in the northeast. Perhaps visible a string of 19 space jewels moving south to north, a wink from Elon.

