I want this guitar:
The love of my life
Last year we had the acoustic version of it in the store and I fell in love with it. I would try to play it at least once a week when there was downtime or when I finished my work early. Sometimes I would punch out and just sit there and play it for a few minutes, maybe a half an hour. It was perfect. The way it felt in my hands, the softness of the neck, the easy action, the full sound, the gorgeous inlays, the ruby red pickguard that was shaped like a cloud of smoke. Everything about it was right with me. The reason I talked myself out of buying it time and again was that it wasn't electric/acoustic. I couldn't play it at shows. This was a cop out, of course, because I could always rig a pick-up to it if I really wanted to spend the money on it. But I already had three guitars at the time. It was impractical, no matter how wonderful this one was.
I actually sold the guitar last fall. I played it for a customer and he loved the sound. He took a few runs with it and I eyed him up and down, watching the curve of his hand around the guitar's neck, the way his forefinger and thumb plucked the soft strings. I watched him the way a mother eyes a new babysitter with her child as she reluctantly passes out the front door, worrying all the way down the driveway, expecting the worst, wanting too much for someone else's happiness and safety.
The guy returned the guitar a week later. He claimed that the pickguard was loose. And it was, a little bit. But how could he think that this guitar wasn't good enough? This situation only made me feel like the guitar actually belonged to me. Maybe we fit together. The more I think about it, the more I realize it might have been a sign.
Here's an even bigger sign: We got the electric/acoustic version of this guitar in our store this weekend. My heart is breaking right now. I want to sell my three guitars for this one guitar. I want to sell my first guitar. My FIRST guitar. I feel like such a child for wanting this so badly. I was just saying last night that I'm going to need to buy a new car soon and here I am foolishly craving the Washburn J28SCEDL. I played it this morning and my heart pounded. My face got hot. My eyes burned. I want this.
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Seafoam Blue Echo is being a brat. The brakes squeal and jerk, especially after the rain. I try to slow down going through a puddle and I feel like I'm in Batman's ejector seat. Also, when I turn, there is this awful grinding sound on the left side of my car. The alignment keeps going astray too. He's just getting old. Hissy.
was that your seafoam blue echo i saw today? back roads? 2-ish?
ps: don't give up all guitars for one...you'll regret it.
besides, you could always high string one of your other guitars.
back roads? hmm...i don't know. i wish the comments would say which day they were posted on. i'd be able to give you a better answer in that case.
saturday
That might have been me. I was dropping the ol' jitney off at Northfield Tire or whatever. She's leaking oil. It's a mess. It's very possible that I didn't see you because I was so preoccupied with the possibility of my engine freezing.
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