- The shoulder pad has a 3” tapered width
- Adjusts from 45" – 54"
All Anthology guitar and bass straps are hand-made with the absolute finest quality full-grain leathers in the world. Our leathers are chosen for their ability to fully distribute the weight of the guitar across the strap, for a more comfortable playing experience on those long gigs.
Our straps are not only great looking; they're also super-comfortable. Between a top layer of rugged full-grain leather, and a bottom layer of ultra-soft full-grain leather, we use a high-density, premium padding, to maximize comfort without sacrificing strength.
Even better, we use only the strongest industrial grade threads, the same threads used to make parachutes and airbags. That's strength you can trust.
To top it off, our leather burnishes and beautifies with use. All of our straps have their natural marks, scrapes and scars, which means they have loads of raw, rugged personality.
Life burns. Everyone.
First time, we all flinch. No matter how severe or slight, that introductory searing sets even the toughest back a ways. It’s the sort of wake-up call that makes most want to go right back to sleep. Many soldier on regardless, at least for some distance, but with each successive scalding, the herd gets thinned. After a few bad burns, more and more are those who never recover. They recoil, tucking themselves away in the safety of the grey, the camouflage of the crowd.
And there, safely locked away, guarding the gates of their own prison, they wither — hollowed out by the forfeited loss of their only shot at connecting musically with something real and enduring.
Few are those who understand deep in their core that there’s no illumination without fire. Determined either by force of will or blessing of character to follow our path, our way through the standard-issue darkness, we’re the players who, for better or worse, keep our roots planted no matter how high the flames or strong the winds whipping up wildfires around them.
Yes, my failings and transgressions are legion, but going along to get along just ain’t one of them. Even my fiercest critics know I will never be swayed by the forces of the moment, never follow nor flee. I don’t do surrender. I don’t do scenes.
And so you have Blackwood, blessed byproduct of the scorching, evidence that it really is better to burn out than to fade away. Blackwood, the defiant, smoldering fruit of the ashes, a beautifully charred crucible of creative combustion, exists to endure. A state of grit as much as grace, Blackwood is stubbornly impervious to calculation, unyielding to dishonest modification of any kind.
There are countless varieties and every piece, by definition, is unique — radiating organic, weathered, carbon-based conviction, integrity, and experience. Singular like a deep scar, it won’t hold false surfaces or cover-ups. What you see — and hear— is only what has been burned there. Genuine. Meaningful. Resilient.
Even when it’s a style you don’t particularly care for, there is always something compelling about an artist who represents that style with absolute, unwavering authenticity. The difference is undeniable.
So brace for the inevitable trials by fire and, if you’re undeniable, like a phoenix from the ashes, you won’t be denied.
Slash and burn as to the Blackwood born.