I jotted down a few lines this afternoon and threw down a quick recording, primarily so you could hear the new amp in action. It's nothing spectacular, not a great recording, not even a full song, but it's really about the enthusiasm -- how much I'm loving this tone (commonsense and uncomplicated -- an American Strat through a Fender tube amp). The lyrics you're hearing follow.

little wooden man on the bookshelf
he stands and waits, 'cause he can't move himself
he reminds me of you
frozen in time, the way you were, too

little wooden man on the bookshelf
he makes excuses 'cause he can't move himself
he reminds me of you
makin' excuses the way you used to

Happy 4th of July, America.... (12 minutes belated, apologies...)