There have been many posts on the forum about GAS. This I think might offer a different perspective. When I only had one guitar for many, many years, I loved my guitar, I don't mean liked it, I loved it like a favorite friend, or something close to it. Then one day, I bought ANOTHER guitar. Somehow both the new and old guitars were diminished. Like a drunk seeking the answer by drinking more, I bought more guitars only to have them diminish the overall experience even more. By the time I had reached fourteen instruments I had become somewhat like a good girl done gone bad, I was no longer capable of having a meaningful relationship with any of them. I started selling off guitars in the hopes my focus would improve. It really didn't. There are now only four guitars in my house, none of which I play very much. I have three amps, none of which I like all that much. I briefly entertained the thought of buying one of the new hand wired Deluxe Reverbs, but quickly discarded that idea as being both stupid, and financially foolish. One day my son remarked to me on the driving range, Dad how is it you can pick up my club, John's club, or your club and hit them all equally well? I told him because I've hit just about every kind of golf club made over the last fifty years. Now, I'm no longer impressed with the latest and greatest. I figure I'll hit them all about the same, there's no miracle club, and I have come to understand and fully believe there's no miracle guitar or amp either. I liked playing golf, and music when I still believed there was. I have become a disillusioned ho, in my excess. Innocence lost, but not forgotten.