Then I was set: two lipstick-tube pickups, wah on the floor, built-in tremolo in the amp, and off you go to psychedelic heaven.
A couple of years ago, I dug up this guitar and the wah pedal in the attic at my mom’s house, where they had sat since I had gone acoustic/folkie in the early ’70s. The neck was kind of bowed, and with no truss rod to adjust it, the situation was beyond my fairly meager repair capabilities. Still, I coaxed a little bit of music out of the old axe — bowed neck and all — before passing it along to a better home.