Russian Wah-Wah on Sunset Boulevard

I bought a Soviet-era wah-wah pedal from a vintage shop in Silver Lake about a month ago, and started dragging it around from venue to venue without ever playing more than four or five notes at a time through its weirdly erratic circuits, but eventually…

About 4 AM on New Year’s Day I was all alone in the debris of what was probably a fairly good party in a high-rise on Sunset Boulevard, so I looped a few chords on an abandoned suitcase piano and wah-wahed through forty or fifty bars of a suitably mournful little riff, looking down at the lights of west Los Angeles.