Did you ever think about how primitive guitars and amps are?
I was thinking last night about how we have to level frets, keep the necks straight, make sure the strings sit on the nuts and saddle perfectly, keep everything in good order. And amps are finicky in so many ways. And we've got to tune guitars, watch the temp and humidity. Polish 'em. Make sure the fluorescent lighting doesn't cause too much hum with the magnets wrapped in spools of thin copper wire that "pick up" the sound. And yet we name them, love them, fetishize them, or see them as tools we like or don't.
It's a wonder we can even get a sound out of them, and yet, there it is: magic and beauty and brute noise at times, soft sweetness at others. We learn to use the gear in amazing ways and create emotions from anger to joy and back.
Owning, maintaining, and playing a guitar is a bit like being a ward for a gifted Troglodyte.