Revealed
When I was a lad I got a guitar. It was mine for the princely sum of $10 (if my memory serves correctly). It was clunky, but there wasn't a whole heap of cash to be frittered away on frivolous things like guitars. (Now pianos - well, they were different, weren't they?) I still have that old acoustic guitar, but not for long. If I thought it would encourage someone to learn to play I'd give it away, but I fear it would permanently scar any aspiring musician. I'm in the process of forming some devastating plans for its demise. Let the plans brew for the moment.
During my university years I bought an electric guitar. My primary purpose for it was experimentation. Now before you start dialing up your local guitar humane society, please remember I was young and foolish then (yeah - bring on the witty one-line responses). It was back at a time when acts of brutality against musical instruments were even acceptable as live entertainment. I was a budding electronics geek. It seemed cool to design and build electronic implants and surgically implant them in a live guitar. I managed to convince myself that it felt no pain - or at least wouldn't remember the pain for long.
Over the past few years I've often thought I'd like to have a "decent" acoustic guitar i.e. one that isn't better suited for use as an industrial-sized soup stirrer. Since my birthday was nearing and WifeOfVirge was wondering what to get me, I voiced my desire. Here it is:
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No! No! Don't wreck it! Don't wreck it...it may be old, but one could still wring the odd tune out of it. If I lived anywhere near you, I'd come and rescue it myself! Being without any of the instruments I actually know how to play, I'd settle for a knockety old guitar!
I hear your pleas for clemency, but there is a need for justice. My fingers cry out for satisfaction as they remember the slicing of its garotte-strings. My ears demand retribution for its thudding, tuneless, buzzing, over-damped decay.
Virgilanti has a devil put aside for that guitar.
Ah! a Maton, envy has a new subject to eat away at my poor takamine that is over 25 years past it's expiry date. But as you are are dear friend, at no cost to me, I congratulate you on your new acquisition, and I will refain from one -upmanship and not tell you about the guitar Iv'e got at work. Another day perhaps.
Another day indeed, :) and I hope to hear more of the tone of that work guitar.