** ON HOLD FOR MICHAEL **
As you place your fingers on the fretboard, you're thinking, "Will I ever feel this way again?" Yes, friends, I'm speaking to you and your 18-year-old inner teenager again. Unlike any "relationship" you'll ever know, the one you have with your guitar is as intimate as it gets, now isn't it?
If you really think it through, it's like that because it is the one thing that's not only familiar but can't be tamed. An oxymoron right? I know- you're thinking "familiarity = boredom" and that terminology feels real because it is. Boredom is a painful luxury at the heart of our existential crises, not just a symptom. Don't you see? Like the dog that chases a car, we, as men need that "something" to chase yet not tame.
Maybe happiness and being a guitarist is one in the same. Just maybe, the perfection of playing this instrument is like that of pursuing happiness- it's merely something we can pursue, but not actually obtain. When I ask Ray (when he comes back, frustrated from a golf outing,) "And why do you do this again?" He always tells me, "Because I play for that one good shot, that one putt, that one perfect drive." Don't you see people, there it is! He (Ray) is in that never-ending chase within himself. For us men, that is the meaning of happiness and for guitarists, we too look for that "perfect shot" in an E minor pentatonic progression.
As for this guitar? Well, in a word, it's just plain cool. If Fonzie were a guitar, he would be this one. This 7 lb, 9 oz black beauty is, of course, all original (with the exception of the strap buttons) and sounds like your first girlfriend, cooing in your ear. I know you saw it right? Yep, that rosewood board is what I dream of on a Strat and kinda hard to find as well.
In closing, there is a fine line between familiarity and boredom, but as for me? I love the chase too. Some climb mountains while others look at skirts- both can kill you. Just give me a guitar already and let me try my level best to cop a lick from Eric Johnson and actually nail it. That's my par 4, wouldn't you agree? Of course, you do. 'Till next time...