Acoustic Low-End Check

Jogged straight back through the screen flap to give my soles a break, and what's parked right beside the armchair? A sunburst acoustic guitar resting low on its floor stand! You think I'm walking past a hollow wooden sound chamber? Zero chance. I scrambled up the curved rosewood side, planted my sneakers on the wooden bridge, and grabbed the thickest wound bronze string with both hands. Hauled it back with all my weight, squared my stance, and let fly—TWAAANG! A rich, thrumming bass chord echoed clean out of the dark soundhole, buzzing deep vibrations straight up through my rubber soles. Leaned back against the wooden rim and rode out that warm acoustic hum. Night track signed off!