This is my den for the night where I prepare my guitars for battle. I've been in many backstage rooms across this world and they're all beautiful in their own little way. The souls of past performers haunt the halls and hang from the rafters. They sing in whispers and warn you not to mess up the second verse of that one song. They dare you to sing Ripple by The Grateful Dead. I've gotta tell you, I like it. It feels like home to me. Challenge accepted. Point set match. Beauty Newc! spotted mallard!