Huh? We’re a real, 4940-year-old bit ‘o ball lightning. A rhythm-worn groove in yer ticker. A slightly-ancient-but-still-sharp-minor-plural dawgform with an apetite for amplitude and a case of genial oddness!

We crash landed in the Hi Desert in 2024, torrid on the trail of Verisimilar Transduction! Before that, we were contained (temporarily!) in a clandestine facility on California’s Central Coast, near a city that rhymes with Gamma Blues.

There, and elsewhere, we carried out experiments on unsubspegting geetar vigtums, among other things, and by now we have an unshakeable “taste for the science.” We also have a lil’ soft spot for the things, banged around as they are. We feel for them. They speak, and when we’re quiet, we can hear… Something.

Hey, friend, why don’t you carry that tired old thang with sstrangss over here. See if we can’t make it rringg frreeeee…

Occasionally, in the past, we’ve been forced to take unnatural forms to conceal our collective identity. It’s not always easy being a tender, loving dawgform, but it’s usually easy to fool humans. Some squishy uprights we’ve pretended to be:

Matthew Spady: A “musician/luthier/multimedia artist/fabricator” (read: delicious geetar researcher thing) living in Twentynine Palms, California, a desert oasis. Matthew has a diverse background in both music and manufacturing (sometimes overlapping, sometimes not) and has been conducting sweaty-eyed geetar research for over twenty years.

Megan Philips: A talk therapist, coil architect, and brevity enthusiast (yum) residing in Twentynine Palms, California, a desert oasis.