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Leo looked at the amp, then at the kid’s eager, empty hands. He remembered the pawn shop and the smell of ozone.

One night after a show, a kid came up to the stage, eyeing the battered Fender. "Man," the kid said, "where do you get a sound like that?" used guitar amp

When he finally flipped the standby switch, the tubes glowed a low, haunting orange. He plugged in his battered Stratocaster and struck a G-major chord. Leo looked at the amp, then at the

That amp saw Leo through his first breakup, three failed bands, and a cross-country move in the back of a hatchback with no AC. By the time he was thirty, the tweed was held together by duct tape and memory. "Man," the kid said, "where do you get a sound like that

The Fender Twin sat in the corner of the pawn shop like a disgraced heavyweight boxer. Its tweed was frayed, one of its knobs was replaced by a plastic chicken-head that didn’t match, and it smelled faintly of stale beer and ozone.

"It hums," the clerk warned. "Like a beehive in a thunderstorm."

Leo bought it for eighty bucks. The clerk laughed when he hauled it to the curb.