Yle saa tällä hetkellä yli 600 miljoonaa euroa vuodessa kansalaisten verovaroja – automaattisesti. Kyseessä on yksi maailman parhaiten rahoitetuista julkisista yleisradioyhtiöistä, mutta mitä me oikeastaan saamme vastineeksi? – Valtava määrä viihdeohjelmia, joita kaupalliset toimijat tuottavat jo muutenkin – Ajankohtaisjournalismia, joka on toki korkeatasoista – mutta poliittisesti yhä homogeenisempää ja arvoliberaalia – Sisältöä, jota nuoret eivät enää edes katso, vaan siirtyvät TikTokiin, YouTubeen ja striimialustoille – Samaan aikaan Yle kilpailee kaupallisten medioiden kanssa, ottaen niiden mainosrahat ja yleisön, vaikka ei edes tarvitse rahoittaa toimintaansa itse Mikä oikeuttaa näin valtavan budjetin tilanteessa, jossa leikkaamme koulutuksesta, sosiaalipalveluista ja puolustuskyvystä? Miksi esimerkiksi yksityiset sanomalehdet kamppailevat hengissäpysymisestä, mutta Yle paisuu kuin valtio valtiossa? Vai onko tässä kyse pohjimmiltaan siitä, että Yle on poliittinen ase? – Se muotoilee kansallista todellisuutta, mutta kuka valvoo valvojaa? – Miksi Yle ei esimerkiksi julkaise kunnolla kriittisiä dokumentteja EU:sta, Natosta tai vaikkapa kulttuuripolitiikasta? – Onko Ylestä tullut pehmeän vallankäytön työkalu, jonka tarkoitus on pitää suomalaiset tietyn mielipideilmaston sisällä? Mitä mieltä sinä olet? Pitäisikö Ylen rahoitusta leikata, kohdentaa uudelleen – vai lopettaa koko Yle ja vapauttaa media markkinoille?

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No amount of contouring makes up for the weird balance and horn digging into your ribs. I said what I said. Sorry Hendrix fans

Guitars used to mean something. They were a middle finger to the world. Six strings screaming rebellion, pain, and truth. Hendrix set his on fire. Cobain smashed his to splinters. It was raw, ugly, alive. Now? You’re all just influencers with calluses, polishing your Strats for Instagram likes and TikTok loops. You don’t play guitar to say something. You play it to sell something. Your “brand,” your “vibe,” your sad little bedroom aesthetic. You’re not artists, you’re content creators with $5000 pedalboards you don’t even know how to use. The algorithm’s your god now, and it’s turned your “rebellion” into a 15-second clip with a lo-fi filter. The 60s and 90s weren’t perfect, but at least they had soul. Now? You’re too busy color-matching your amp to your wall art to notice your music sounds like a Spotify ad. You’re not dangerous. You’re not even interesting. You’re just another cog in the content machine, chasing clout while the guitar’s corpse rots in your hands. And don’t give me that “Gen Z is saving guitar” crap. Those kids are just aping your nostalgia, recycling riffs from bands you jerk off to on vinyl. The guitar isn’t dead—it’s worse. It’s a zombie, shambling through your curated feeds, and you’re too busy posing to notice the stench.

I’ve been playing daily for years, but for the past month, I’ve just been stuck. Same licks, same routines, no excitement. Even new gear didn’t help.

I’ve been playing for over a decade now, gigged small venues, recorded a few EPs, taught students, nothing too fancy but not a complete beginner either. I wanted to love tube amps. I bought into the hype early. Owned a Vox AC15, a Fender Hot Rod Deluxe, even flirted with a Mesa for a while lol. But after years of use i feel like: They’re insanely expensive compared to what solid-state or modeling offers now. Tubes wear out. Biasing, microphonics, noise. It’s like owning a vintage car. You can’t push them to the sweet spot at home without annoying the neighbors. And they’re heavy as hell. Like actually miserable to move to a gig. Meanwhile, modelers and modern solid-state amps sound damn close, cost half as much (or less), and give me consistency and volume control. At this point, it feels like tube amps are more about identity than practicality. I know tone is subjective, and that’s fine, but am I crazy for thinking tube amps just aren’t worth the hassle anymore unless you’re a collector or purist?

Would he still play Stratocasters and burn them on stage or would he be live-looping on a Neural DSP Quad Cortex, blending trap beats with fuzzed-out octave riffs? Would his tone still come from a cranked Marshall, or from a DAW preset called "Electric Voodoo Child v7"? Would he be the GOAT of TikTok guitar or too weird to go viral? Would he collab with Billie Eilish? JPEGMAFIA? Yungblud? Or still be a lone wolf? Would the raw chaos of his sound even survive today's polished algorithms and taste-policing comment sections? Would Gen Z even care? Or would he be buried under the content avalanche, seen as "just another guy who plays guitar"? Drop your hottest takes.

We spend years chasing "the perfect tone". We debate pickups, wood, cables, string gauges, vintage vs. modern, analog vs. digital. But here's a question: What if tone is just a smokescreen for insecurity? What if it’s easier to tweak your EQ for 4 hours than to write 4 bars of music that actually matter? What if most tone debates are just musicians avoiding the terrifying truth that no one cares how good your tone is if you have nothing worth saying. We worship tone gods who barely write. We buy gear to sound like players who weren’t chasing tone, they were chasing meaning. Tone is real. But maybe tone obsession is just creative procrastination. So I’ll ask again: What if tone doesn’t matter?

You didn’t pick up a guitar because it was cute. You picked it up because nothing else made sense. Because you needed a weapon. Because screaming wasn’t loud enough. Now you pick it up to chase algorithms. You rehearse your lighting before your riffs. You post one clean take and delete the rest Not because they sucked, but because your face looked weird. Used to be: you played because you had to. Now? You play because you think you should. It used to be about danger, about mess, about something raw and half-wrong. Now it’s soft filters and “vibe.” You used to bleed into the fretboard. Now you color-match your pedalboard to your bedroom. This isn’t bitterness. This is mourning. The guitar isn’t dead. But it sure as hell doesn’t smell like sweat anymore.