Back in the day I was hangin’ out with some good musician buddies of mine for a little impromptu party and in the middle of taking up a collection for our party needs, Glenn Schwartz (former member of the James Gang and Pacific Gas and Electric) stopped by to say hello... Long story short,... after we were all good and toasty, (except for Glenn), we mutually decided to have an acoustic jam session as per usual. Glenn grabbed an old $60 dollar, twisted warped neck, trench fretted, elephant turd of an acoustic guitar and proceeded to,... much to our jaw dropping astonishment,... Rock The House.
This scenario for all of us in that room, was a clear demonstration that the equipment in and of itself, was inconsequential to the end awesomeness.
It truly is a tremendously wonderful privilege and blessing to have top of the line cutting edge equipment, but in essence, music that truly delights and deeply touches the soul, is music that is born of the heart of the man, whose discretionary hands are it's master.
Cheers!