I gave myself a treat today. I went to the music store and bought another guitar. I now own seven of them.
Holy fuck! What the hell is wrong with me!? Why the fuck do I own so many guitars!?
There is a logical explanation for this all. Bear with me.
First of all, one of them is an old and very cheap classical guitar that my dad bought from Sears in the 60s. It’s a piece of crap. And it’s broken. I only included it for shock value.
Next, one of my guitars – one of them newfangled ‘lectrical guitars – will now be gotten rid of. The strings are too close together at the head, and my clumsy big fingers can’t seem to get into them right. Plus it has a whammy bar, which I don’t use and don’t want. So that one is targeted for termination.
And one of them is also an electric… but it’s the first guitar I ever owned. Sentimental value, you know.
One of those is a classical guitar… which I keep at work so I can play it on my lunch breaks. It can stay there because it goes out of tune too easily.
One of them is my new(ish) classical guitar, which sounds really good and is what I play the most now.
One of them is my Ibanez 5-string bass… which I don’t play as much as I should. This is an actual picture of it that is in actual use on the actual Wikipedia site:
And one of them is the very first guitar I owned, a bass guitar that looks incredibly fucking cool and WAY FUCKING METAL, but unfortunately sounds like a big pile of shit and is also broken.
But you know me. I’m a pack-rat. Or am I a raccoon… meh.
Anyway, now that I’ve rambled and rambled on about this stultifying gibberish, I will announce to your complete ambivalence that I have bought me a sweet-ass 7 string electric guitar with which to play dirty and nasty distorted sounds like I just can’t play on my classical guitar. Also, to bend strings. Can’t really do that on a classical guitar.
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