I was in a music store six months ago buying strings for my old squire electric. I was planning on actually sitting down and learning guitar -finally- after years of procrastination. As I approached the register I saw an old Danelectro convertible from 1966 hanging by the counter. Now I hadn't really any chops at all, I could bang on G C F progressions but not much else. But when I picked up that guitar I immediately played a beautiful country twanging melody and I was able to ride it into a nice satisfying ending. The guy behind the desk was surprised and starting asking me if I played in any bands / made musician small talk. I didn't know what to say, but I bought that guitar and have been playing on it so much since. Before that, I had been unable to concentrate and maintain a practice regimen past two weeks.

A poor craftsman might blame his tools, but the best tools do have history and lineage to them.