My local guitar center has a really good salesman that looks like the devil. Really. He’s Bic™ bald except for two little fire-engine-red tufts of hair that are moussed into horns. So, for whatever reason, he’s chosen a path that requires him to tend to this matter every day. I can’t relate to that at all.
I suppose there’s a percentage of people that, being distracted by the horns, won’t notice that he asks questions, listens to the answer, and attempts to take that answer into account in reply. Since logical conversation and reliable information about gear is much more important to me than mainstream coiffure, I’ve not missed it here.
I wouldn’t mention this at all except that the question-answer-response sequence is awfully hard to come by. Plenty of people know more about gear than I’ll ever forget, but will mistakenly presume to know what you’re looking for just by looking at you, or worse, that regardless of what you’re looking for, you’ll be seeking after their tone soon enough.
Some tone chasers have the means to buy vintage guitars and the legendary stomp boxes intended primarily to drive expensive tube amps into harmonic bliss. Such players invariably know a thing or two about making a great rig sound even better. That doesn’t mean they’ll be good resource for taking your Crate and Samick combo to the next level. Other tone chasers are really gear chasers, and if you’re looking to acquire part numbers and specs, will be just what the doctor ordered. Be forewarned however, that gear chasers don’t always identify themselves as such.
The good news is that–unlike Love or the Economy–after a while it will make perfect sense.