I think with enough time with a cue you can get in the zone with anything half decent. "The zone" is a hazy term but at least for me, being in the zone means execution is pretty much automatic with no thought given to it. This requires a level of familiarity with the cue so that you aren't second guessing what you have to do in order to shoot the shot you imagined.
That said, I have one cue in particular that just feels like home for me, making it so much easier to just go on auto pilot and play pool rather than play stroke. It is a back-weighted Falcon with a 11.5mm custom bowling alley maple shaft. Weirdly enough it feels heavier than it's 16.5oz weight and I almost never prefer to play with a cue under 19oz....but this one is special. So special in fact, that when I bought it off a guy, I used it right away in a match against him and won enough to cover the cue, drinks, and the table. The thing just felt right from the get go and to that point was the lightest cue I ever played by at least 2oz. Was kinda like definitely having 'a type' and then madly falling in love with someone that was anything but that.
We judge a cue's weight with our grip hand so a backweighted cue feels heavier than the same cue would if balanced under the hand. You have the best of both in my opinion, a cue that feels right to you with the added control of the 16.5 weight.
There's house cues that way... One might try a million before finding one... but with all that a custom made makes us have a pride that gives us confidence... And needed for many players... Guy
Guy, I suspect you know that the goal of cue builders for decades was just to make a jointed cue hit as well as a one piece. Still a tough goal that some never reach.
The hinge makes a cue easier to tote. Easy to swap shafts too. I don't know of any other advantages. I certainly wouldn't list "plays better" as an advantage of jointed cues. It is nice going into a place and knowing exactly what to expect from the cue you will be playing with.
A chuckle, I got a new early eighties Meucci at a very cheap price. After almost ten years of playing off the wall that noodle of a shaft was hell to get used to! For the next six months people would laugh when in midbattle I would toss the hinged cue in a corner and grab one out of the rack! They rarely laughed long.
I still find it fun and somehow liberating to walk into a place with just a brad tool and tiny square of sandpaper in my pocket.
Hu