This is brilliant. This is what they do in the Couv, find bad ass shit and sell it for reasonable prices online. I really wish I could list the chain of events that brought this glorious, framed bass poster to this point but I can't. I hope it envolved some but retired but rocker hanging up the dream.
Now that the righteous glory days are more faded than my jeans, I must dispense with all reminders of what true heatache means.