In a world drowning in autotune and content farms, one man follows the scent of rust, lacquer, and lost time.
Welcome to a place where guitars aren't just instruments—they're evidence. I chase vintage and rare guitars like a detective with a lead and too much time to think. This isn't about mint-condition trophy pieces. It's about scars, quirks, and the ghosts hiding in the grain.
Shot in film noir style, each episode peels back the layers of forgotten gear and fading glamour. There’s voiceover. There’s shadowy lighting. There’s a man staring too long into the distance while minor seventh chords echo in the background.
Think Guitar Safari if it had a drinking problem and quoted Camus.
I’m not here to impress you with speed or theory—I can barely keep time with my own thoughts. But I am here to chase meaning through music.
Subscribe if you're into guitars, mystery, melancholy, and the occasional laugh in the dark.
Stay if you're not afraid to ask:
“What if the guitar is hunting me?”
2 May 2006