Travis Bean Designs TB1000s, pictured here both with and without my dog, who is very skilled at reading the room, in the foreground:
Lots of contradictory stuff happening here. Heavy (like Les Paul heavy at 9 lb 10 oz, not my-almost-14-pound-Ovation-Magnum heavy) but I don't feel it when I'm playing. Pickups objectively way too hot, but super musical. First time I've loved a neck pickup in ages. Wideish neck (1.73"?) but comfortable and fast (my anatomy is across-the-board unfortunate but the Huge Man, Small Hands dichotomy is tidily in the bottom 5). After years of honing my style as a "lead electric guitar player" (Shitty Mascis via Shitty Cohen via Shitty McCaughan) I just wanna play some barre chords.
As a convenient point of comparison, I bought the charmingly- and easy-to-rememberingly-named
2016 Gibson Les Paul Studio Faded T In Worn Brown while I was waiting for this to arrive. As I am an intrepid dealsperson, I paid almost exactly 10% of what I did for the Bean for the Gibson (which, like, lol). Is it 10% of the guitar? No, it's probably 90% of the guitar - it's an absolute ripper, even. I might be foolhardy, but I'm not foolish - I understand diminishing returns.
But man. I left my house and actually went up to my practice space to Play Some Fucking Guitar for the first time in a year or more. I turned a 53 year-old Traynor up until the sound of a sustaining chord became a physical presence in the room with me. I
smiled. I had
actual fun.
I'm not particularly hard to find on the ol' internet, but none of you know me outside of my handful of posts here (I don't think, anyway). Shit's been real bad for a long time, and this instrument is extremely nice. Apart from (or maybe tempered a bit by) the guilt sort of inherent to having the privilege to buy and own a ridiculous luxury item like a very expensive electric guitar, I feel so lucky.
In conclusion, apparently the neck is made out of a different kind of aluminum from past Beans? I don't understand metal. Also, Kevin Burkett is a very nice man.
9/10 WF eviscerated savings account.
EDITED TO ADD: A fun consequence of putting a hilarious amount of money on my Visa for a very short time is that my credit score shot up to 898, which I have been laughing at for a whole week.