Built on sweat, solder, and an unhealthy love of loud.

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     I’ve loved music since before I could walk — probably because I was trying to air guitar in diapers. My first heroes were Randy Rhoads and Ace Frehley, and the first time I heard “Crazy Train,” I didn’t just want to listen to music, I wanted to make it. Preferably loud, with enough overdrive to frighten small animals. (Here's a little much uncooler fact; I actually started out a giant fan of Garth Brooks, George Strait, and my uncle Buddy and that eventually evolved into Hanson which then, somehow, evolved into KISS.)

     

     The first guitar I ever tore into was a 2003 Epiphone Les Paul Special, side-by-side with my dad. I had no idea what we were doing. Zero. But I learned, we laughed, and miraculously didn’t set anything on fire — so, y’know, success. That moment lit the fuse, even if it took a few years (and a few soul-sucking day jobs) before it finally exploded into what you now know as Morton’s Music Service.

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     I’m a Murfreesboro native. Born here, raised here, still proudly loitering here. This town is in my blood, and MMS is my way of giving back to the local music scene that turned a chaotic kid with big dreams into... well, a slightly bigger chaotic kid with tools.

     

     This shop wasn’t born in a boardroom with dudes in suits arguing over fonts. It was built on my kitchen table surrounded by tools, guitar parts, coffee cups, and enough toys and cheerios to drive a guy insane. I started MMS to actually care about what I do for a living instead of faking a coma to get out of another boring meeting.

     

     When you bring your guitar to me, you’re handing it to someone who gets it. The late-night, string-snapping, "why does my tone sound like sadness" kind of struggle. I’m obsessed with comfort, playability, and chasing those “heck yes” moments when everything just clicks.

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    I've played both live and in the studio for much of my life. Those crucial experiences have taught me to not just measure things with calipers and spreadsheets. I measure with feel, with love, with passion, with understanding. Because sometimes you don’t need another adjustment; you need a setup that feels like it is custom fit just for you.

     

     Oh ( just a little side note) if you ever see me sprint across the shop like a lunatic, it’s probably because a 1972 Gibson ES-325 just walked through the door. That’s my holy grail guitar. If that ever happens, fair warning: you’ll hear my victory scream echo through at least three counties.

     

     Outside the shop, I’ve got a rockstar wife, Annie, a son named Halen (yes, I love Van Halen that much), a daughter named Charlie, and another little roadie arriving this November named Hudson. MMS is for them too. This is our shot at building something real — one string, one solder joint, one sarcastic comment at a time.

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     So if your guitar’s been sulking in the corner throwing shade, or your tone sounds like it gave up on its dreams, bring it in. I’ll bring it back to life  with a little skill, a lot of care, and probably at least one bad dad joke.

                                           

   – Brandon Morton
      Owner and Guitar Whisperer
      Morton’s Music Service