Let's try this again...
Man, walking into a room and seeing "my baby" always reminds me of that Stevie Wonder song "Isn't She Lovely".
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But how lovely is she really? I bought one first in October 2013 and it was love at first sound. I had never owned a tube amp, though I did have a relatively high-end Boss GT-8 modeller at one point of time. The difference to my ears was night and day, less fizz and more gee whiz.
The honeymoon lasted for a good three years. And part of why that lasted was the fact that my girl always had something new to show off every few months - whether it was new profiles, new FX, or other new capabilities, I was mesmerised.
And with good reason too. Putting make up on a pig is still going to leave you with a pig. The Kemper has never been lacking in the tonal department, something I was reminded of when I plugged in after a short divorce No. 2.
Divorce No. 1 was a lot messier: I was ogling other girls, with red hot vacuum tubes, you know the type, real high maintenance and real high price. It was a veritable wife swap where I traded away my baby for a couple of tube amps, an EVH5150III and a Mesa Boogie Mark V:25.
And all was well for a while in that relationship, but then I started thinking about having a Kemper again. The main reason was convenience and reliability. I could piggyback her across the countryside and with a button press or two I could get her to scream like a banshee or low like a demented lost soul. Music to my ears. And she would never complain to me about needing a fixer upper or act up and humiliate me when I needed her to shine like "Wonderful Tonight".
Needless to say, we hooked up again and it was blissful. During the time I held her in my arms, she rewarded me with new peeks at her hidden treasures.
And then I sold her away to fund for a guitar and a couple of amps. That was Divorce No. 2.
But lust, it would seem, never dies, it just takes other forms. I wanted my baby back, I emptied my wallet and got her back. But she had changed, got a little boxier compared to her old space age curves. And she had a new trick to show me, a little jack that could plug into a cab and level a small house.
But let me tell you, guys, tricks be damned. She still had her same old soul and character. God Bless Her. I still love my baby, and I just had to let you all know
"Ooh baby I love you soo, oh, darling please, don't go"
(PS: The other girls are hiding in the back, but don't tell the missus)