
CoolCat
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I had that beautiful perfect mint magical guitar once. The one we wait so long for.
Problem is it was so perfect I never felt comfortable playing it, afraid of scratching it or something. So 95% of the time it stayed in the safe place, the closet.
During tough times I sold it for a kids BDay gift. But even that day as I drove home without it, I turned around and went to un-do this mistake! but it was gone already.
Some collector had it snatched up. It was a bummer, to lose this guitar I never played.

after awhile f-it...
I then went through numerous cheapo guitars, and found some good players but nothing really fun, until a really good cheap-one showed up. I was satisfied finally and stopped looking for the one that got away.
But over the years, I always had my eye out for that one that got away. Everything compared to it, and none equaled its perfection-vybe.
My biggest regret is I didn't play this perfect-one guitar.
It sat in a friggin closet?, wtf?
Well as guitar stories go, I ran across it again years later, recently.
GC manager said some collector dropped off 6 guitars...and playing this beauty, I realized it was the exact same one, (because of a little wood grain mark I remembered.) So I grabbed it on a 6 month no interest loan. The collector hadnt played it either, not a scratch on the pickguard. wow...10yrs old, no one played it.
I still had the case candy at home, it was a weird cool guitar day, like getting my life back or something. How exciting...what a story!
To end this bs babbling, I find that once the endorphin high was gone, it sits polished in its friggin case, again..wtf? an I still play the cheap-good-one everyday.
This post has no meaning really... not sure why I wrote it.
I feel like listening to Joe Walsh's Life Of Illusion song...
Joe Walsh - Life Of Illusion - YouTube
Problem is it was so perfect I never felt comfortable playing it, afraid of scratching it or something. So 95% of the time it stayed in the safe place, the closet.
During tough times I sold it for a kids BDay gift. But even that day as I drove home without it, I turned around and went to un-do this mistake! but it was gone already.
Some collector had it snatched up. It was a bummer, to lose this guitar I never played.

after awhile f-it...

I then went through numerous cheapo guitars, and found some good players but nothing really fun, until a really good cheap-one showed up. I was satisfied finally and stopped looking for the one that got away.
But over the years, I always had my eye out for that one that got away. Everything compared to it, and none equaled its perfection-vybe.
My biggest regret is I didn't play this perfect-one guitar.
It sat in a friggin closet?, wtf?

Well as guitar stories go, I ran across it again years later, recently.
GC manager said some collector dropped off 6 guitars...and playing this beauty, I realized it was the exact same one, (because of a little wood grain mark I remembered.) So I grabbed it on a 6 month no interest loan. The collector hadnt played it either, not a scratch on the pickguard. wow...10yrs old, no one played it.
I still had the case candy at home, it was a weird cool guitar day, like getting my life back or something. How exciting...what a story!
To end this bs babbling, I find that once the endorphin high was gone, it sits polished in its friggin case, again..wtf? an I still play the cheap-good-one everyday.
This post has no meaning really... not sure why I wrote it.
I feel like listening to Joe Walsh's Life Of Illusion song...
Joe Walsh - Life Of Illusion - YouTube