July 27, 2007
Guitars vs. women
Originally published February 23, 2003
I am going to buy another guitar today. Four is not enough. I played the one I want at my birthday party last weekend and I liked the way it sounded and the way it fit my hand. It's an acoustic with a nice "bug" that plays well through an amplifier so it sounds exactly like a fine acoustic guitar, only louder. I want it and I'm going to have it.
I just hope my pride and joy, my 1964 Martin D-28, doesn't become jealous and warp her neck when I bring the new babe home. I know the Guild, the Tacoma and the Fender Telecaster can live with another roommate, but I'm not sure about the Martin. She and I go back a long way and she has the scars to show it. A lot of beer, sweat, smoke and stage-dings, plus about ten quadzillion hours of playing time give her a character that few guitars have. She rings like a bell and feels as comfortable in my hands as a familiar lover. Through all the refretting, heat-pressing, bridge replacing and neck repairs, I never stopped appreciating her beauty and uniqueness. I remained loyal and so did she.
The central difference between a guitar and a woman is that a guitar will be faithful forever if you love it. And I love my Martin. I just hope she forgives me for what I am about to do.
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