November 05, 2025
Fresh off the table. Dust brushed. A quick tilt and it flashes: a sword ringed by laurels. Edge and crown. Will and earned peace.
I dropped the Spartan helm years ago—looked strong, fought me on small surfaces. This mark is cleaner to engrave, truer to the work.
Two orders, nothing extra. The sword: act with intent. Fix the file. Choose the harder path. Upgrade and relearn when truth demands it.
The laurel: earn your quiet. When the bevel is right and the polish is honest—set it down, breathe.
If you notice it under a lamp or on top of your amp, let it be a sign: draw the blade, win the wreath.

In late 2015 I let the Spartan helm go. It looked tough, but even tougher to engrave. I needed a mark that stayed clean at scale and still meant something at a glance.
The sword and the laurel did both—simple to engrave, honest to live by.
Plain meaning first: the sword is will, initiative, truth—the choice to do the harder, cleaner thing. The laurel is victory and earned peace—the quiet after work worth doing. Together they’re a constraint I design inside: attack and restraint.
As a maker, the logo is a promise: intent went into this. If it’s stamped or inlaid here, I tried to make it exceptional and worthy. As a player’s mark, it’s a reminder to refuse the comfortable lie—no shortcuts, no performative grind. Draw the blade, earn the wreath.
I chose it because it felt inevitable.

The “fight” isn’t cinematic. It’s stagnation, the clock, the comfort of good-enough. On my side of the bench it looked like this: I bought a new CNC, then chose to reopen everything—old files, dull habits, lazy toolpaths. I learned better bits, re-zeroed processes, and fixed geometry I’d ignored for years. Not glamorous—just truth with teeth.
Sword, in practice, is decisive craftsmanship: bevels that track clean, engravings that land sharp, surfaces that say what they mean. If a polish is promised, it’s mirror; if a line is meant to be crisp, it’s crisp. That’s will—applied, repeatable.
There’s a shadow to it. Truth without empathy turns into damage; hustle worship ends in burnout. I’ve over-swung before—long hours, frayed edges, relationships taxed. The correction isn’t softness; it’s precision. One necessary cut. One necessary change. No theatrics.
For players, the sword is the hard rep you’ve ducked: the tempo that exposes slop, the take you restart until it speaks plain.
Draw it not to posture, but to remove what’s false.
Victory here is small and specific. A pick blank lifts clean. The bevel grinds true. A mirror face gleams without a scratch. A stellar review. The inbox is cleared, orders are out, machines hum—and for a breath, the shop goes quiet. That’s the wreath—A brief order in the Chaos.
But laurels rot if you wear them too long. Pride lurks. The antidote is restraint and a short, honest look back: What did I actually do well? What still needs work? Note one improvement, own one miss, then let the moment end.
I think of the old Roman triumphs—the imperator riding through the city while someone walked beside him, whispering memento mori: remember you are mortal. I like that discipline. Acknowledge the win; don’t inhale it. The Imperator pick nods to that ceremony—victory, yes, but tempered by humility.
For players, laurel is composure after a perfect run. Breathe. Leave space. Listen to what the take actually says, not what you hoped it would say. Write one line about what improved, one line about what to fix, and set the pick down. Content, not inflated.
Lean only on the sword and you scorch the ground—truth without empathy, hustle to burnout. Lean only on the laurel and comfort ossifies—practice stalls, standards slide. The work demands a stance between: heat with composure.
Here’s how it plays out in real life: a new pick idea hits. Sketch, test, toolpaths, samples, photos. We launch—shout it from the rooftops. It lands, praise follows. But that’s not the finish line—it’s the midpoint. Now comes the promise-keeping: fulfill orders, maintain quality, answer every message—The victory lap is a relay handoff, not a throne.
Balance: Take the needed action, then listen & reflect— heat that smolders, not consumes.
For players, run this check: after the hard rep, ask am I cutting to remove what’s false or to prove something? After the good take, ask am I resting to recover or hiding from the next honest attempt? If ego or avoidance whispers, reset.
Iron Age exists to keep musicians from doubting their potential. Draw the blade. Wear the wreath briefly. Get back to work.
Heat that smolders, not consumes.
1) Draw intent.
Music on. Name today’s fight in one line (tempo, lick, take, or phrasing). Do one honest rep that actually tests you. No theatrics—just precision under heat.
2) Mark the quiet win.
If it lands, pause. Breathe through the release. That’s the laurel—earned peace, not a victory lap. Let it be small and real. (Think Imperator with a whisper beside him: remember you’re human.) Acknowledge the victory; don’t inhale it.
3) Integrate with reflection.
Write two short lines:
What was true today? (one concrete improvement)
What changes tomorrow? (one next constraint)
Set the pick where you’ll see it next session. Repeat this cycle until it becomes posture. Intent → quiet win → reflection—stacked over time, that’s discipline.

If the sword & laurel rides on a guitar pick, the craft has to keep the oath: polish means mirror, engravings land crisp, emblems seat clean, edges track the geometry. On the side of the pick where both bevels meet, there’s a tiny flat (~0.25 mm) by design; on hand-planed pieces, thickness can vary a hair. I keep those signals of the hand—artifact, not appliance.
Gladiator (Ultem): arena duty; brushed grip, dual holes, tough and steady—for grind sessions and tempo walls.
Imperial (Acrylic): disciplined luxury; glow engraving, black/silver emblem—for refinement and composure under light.
Legio Ferrata (UHMWPE): ironclad slickness; our toughest cut with embedded emblem—for speed, endurance, zero-drag lines.
Parthenon (Faux ivory): classical clarity; minimal mark, form first—for tone focus and clean articulation.
Ragnarok (Acrylic): rune-etched with green glow—for risk, renewal, bold takes.
They aren’t shortcuts—they’re ignition sources. When doubt talks, take the first small step. I’ll build with intent; you play with purpose. Stack quiet wins. Begin again—on purpose.
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