On another thread I was called out for making some off-the-cuff remarks about the quality of Gibson guitars. And I decided to learn a bit more, and it ended up with me having a whole new outlook on those things. It also lead me to recall my own infrequent contact with that 'other brand'. Here's a couple of Gibson stories from my own life. No judgements, just memories... 1) the first ever 'real' electric guitar I played was a borrowed single-pickup single-cutaway Melody Maker. Up until then, I was playing on a $20 nylon-string classical guitar. That Melody Maker really changed my guitar-playing life. 2) I didn't own a Gibson for the longest time. I bought a Strat because I saw Wayne Kramer playing one. All the other groovy guys at Oakland High School were playing Les Pauls, because Santana played one. 3) 1973 - my first job as a roadie. The band leader had a Gibson he was proud of, and a Super Reverb. He did NOT have a guitar stand. He would just lean his Gibson against the Super... I jumped up on the bouncy stage of the Marin County gig, and the Les Paul bounced with the stage, and hit the floor. Broke the head right off. He tried to blame it on me. I said "f--- that, man! YOU leaned the guitar up there - not ME!". It was a beautiful 1959 sunburst, but back then those things didn't mean a thing to me. 4) I had never really played a Gibson more than for a few minutes. Then my group was called up to play impromptu at the local club (Mabuhay, SF, 1977) using the other groups gear. Great! A Marshall stack (I had never played one) and a Flying V (I had never played one) with tiny skinny strings (I had never played with them). It was a total wreck! That Gibson felt SO strange, and I broke three strings in the first song! I did eventually buy a Gibson of my own. In 1977 I bought a brand-new 1974 Gibson re-issue of a 1955 Gibson LP Special. I have been told that this may be the first example of an American guitar builder re-issuing a replica model.I don't know, I just know the guitar was beautiful, and almost as simple as a Telecaster (but it had too many knobs!) I still have that guitar. I love it, it is still as enchantingly beautiful as it was way back then, hanging on the wall at Leo's Music. I love to play it. But I have never really found a way to love the sound of the pickups. So it is my eternal secret love, hidden away in the attic.