I got home from work today and was making my usual beeline for the new #Fender #Musicmaster that I am completely obsessed with, and as I passed the ‘69 #Gibson #SG Standard lying here in the case I swear I heard someone (or something!) whisper in my ear “DeeBeeUs™…why have ju forsaken me, amigo…why don’t ju play with me anymore..?” I was shocked… the #guitar spoke to me. And perhaps even more astonishing, it did so in a vaguely Hispanic accent*! And there was a profound sadness in its voice.
It’s going to sound stupid or annoying…or both…when I say that the one BAD thing (other than constantly being poor!) about having a #guitarcollection with several incredible #guitars in it is that, unfortunately, some of these guitars are bound to be neglected - if only temporarily. Sorry little SG.
“I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry that I made you cry. I didn’t want to hurt you…I’m just a jeal… er…lucky guy (with a couple dozen really great #guitars!)” - J. Lennon 😆