In addition, the week before Pedal Issue deadline, a freak-show of hurricane-force winds swept across Iowa and Illinois, clobbering countless communities in its path, including the city where PG is headquartered. The 140-mph straight-line derecho storm lasted 30 minutes, and by the time it passed, the 75-square-mile city of Cedar Rapids and the hundreds of thousands of people living there and in surrounding communities were out of power—some for nine days or more. Homes, businesses, and all sorts of property were destroyed by the winds themselves, as well as the trees and power lines they felled. Staffers here at your favorite guitar rag/site escaped major tragedy, but our neighborhoods are still lined with walls of branches piled high along the curb, the houses—those still with roofs and those without—huddling behind them like shell-shocked survivors of an ambush, not quite sure it's safe to come out of the foxhole. It was surreal.
Who am I kidding—I'm the shell-shocked one, not my dumb house.
Looking at the old snapshot of graffiti, I cackled to myself: Man, that guy in Frankfurt thought things were bad in 2015—just think if he'd hopped in a time machine and set it ahead five years! We haven't yet seen H.G. Wells' hordes of marauding Morlocks (or have we?), but I'm sure he would've scrambled back to the machine and hightailed it back to whence he came.
On a more optimistic note, it then occurred to what remains of my addled brain that the devices we're celebrating with this issue—not just the 26 stompboxes reviewed here, but the very idea of them—are a pretty reliable means of escape. Even as the world spins to and fro, hardly staying on axis, we can still retreat to our musical fortresses and use them to dial in journeys to innumerable sonic realms all our own. And for that remaining joy, I am truly grateful.