So the guys who run my band took the next step up and hired a pro cartage company to take all of the gear from place to place, set it up, tear it down, and store it between gigs. For a few bucks more on top of what they pay, I get to add my stuff too. My pedalboard and all the miscellany fits in the smaller ATA case, and the Fender ‘68 Custom DR fits in the big one.
Unpacked, it looks like this:
After last night’s gig, I put the two guitars into my double-guitar gig bag, walked to my car and drove home. At the next gig, I’ll arrive to find it set up just like I like it.
This might be, like, the greatest thing to ever happen in my musical career. Having hit the half-century mark last year, my back and joints are some happy campers.