i tried so hard to be careful and i managed one whole year without a scratch or ding or anything noticeable. I've played in rehearsal one day every week and at home around my kids, i've played live 8 times, letting other people handle my guitar..... and so... the day has come... the first wound that will forever be remembered. The ding of dings (that sounds funny). I was turning around with my guitar on me at rehearsal and didn't notice the bass player (its always the bass player damn it) had moved up behind me. I was turning for my cup of coffee and there his damn bass was, with its damn big sharp knobs and what not... bang. Im not sad... there was a time when i had bought my first guitar, i would have gone nuts. Bass player looked nervous, he knows i love this guitar. But i just smiled at him and wobbled my head like people from India does. You know that head wobble that seems to mean anything. I feel ok! It's ok! A part of me is a litle proud of it to. Because i want to be careful with it and not damage it on purpose. But there it is... its sweet!