I was handed this thing called a pitch fork... A 440. So I took it and pitched to the floor... It started ringing, next I threw my fender to the floor, it started screaming this perfect pitch that matched the fork.
Now this may be a liberal leap of faith... I suppose my guitar is now totally perfectly tuned and my deceased mom keeps whispering that I sound great.
My pig likes it.

Now this may be a liberal leap of faith... I suppose my guitar is now totally perfectly tuned and my deceased mom keeps whispering that I sound great.
My pig likes it.

