Crybaby Cry

With apologies to George Harrison, I do need a wah-wah. So I went out yesterday and got myself a little late birthday treat.

I bought mine used at Songbird, though, so I saved some coin off the full retail price.

For those of you who aren't familiar with what a wah-wah do (heh heh, I like saying that ó what a wah-wah do, what a wah-wah do, what a wah-wah do... heh heh), and if the name of the thing isn't onomatopoetically obvious, it does this.

Lots of fun, very funky and especially handy for playing í70s porn movie music.

"Plumber? I didn't call a plumber."