Imagine if you will a Telecaster born in the 20s... thicker, hollow bodied with a walnut top for the jazz cats, shelac’d to a glasslike finish, lost but found again in a pawnshop in the 60s, repainted in TV yellow to match the guitars coming out of california, dieing the death of a bored teenagers next best thing only to be found again, in the back of a garage, treated like shit by the garage band punks of the 70s, repainted in gloss black for the hair rock bands of the 80s, left to rot by the grunge bands of the 90s, found again as an concept, a heritage of musical ideas…. 
This… is the Thickline