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Buying a bunch of stuff -- are Dean Ween's pickups next?

Seriously, I'm not manic right now. I'm just feeling creative as heck and spending money and having trouble falling asleep.

I just bought a bunch of new gear for the Big Ass Recording Studio: an audiophile sound card, a set of awesome studio monitor speakers, and a new mixing console. It ought to be great, once it all arrives and gets hooked up.

And I was sitting here tonight thinking ... man, I should go get the guitar restrung and tuned up if I'm going to be doing a bunch of recording and mixing soon ... after all, Amanda got me a gift cert for the Halifax Folklore Centre so I can have that done ... but wouldn't it be awesome to upgrade the stock pickups in my Fender Fat Strat? Probably. I love the guitar, but I bet it could sound even more awesome if I had improved pickups. Y'know, I think it was partly inspired by overhearing some college kids talking about guitars on the ferry this morning. Anyway....

Problem is, I don't know a damned thing about guitar pickups. I know a humbucker from a single-coil -- and I know I rarely play the single-coils on my Strat 'cuz they feel like they don't cut through like the neck-position humbucker.

So, I go a-cruising on Google to find out what kind of pickups guitar hero Dean Ween uses. And I find a brand-new article on Fender's web site about it:
You know, I have other guitars -- I have a lot of guitars -- but I use my one Strat for everything; for all of our touring and all of our recording. I have one Strat that just sounds and plays better than any other one; a '61 slab-board neck bolted onto, like, an early '80s '62 reissue. And then I put the same pickups in all my guitars -- it's got a Hot Rails in the lead position and then two Fender-Lace Sensors in the middle and the neck. That's my go-to guitar for every track and every gig. It's been re-fretted, like, five or six times since I've had it. And, apparently, it was used on Private Dancer. That was the story I got.
So, there you go. No idea what those pickups are about, how much they cost, or anything else about 'em. But now it ought to be easier for anyone else to find out about Dean Ween's Strat pickups. Rock on.

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