Brent Hutto
Tele-Afflicted
I don't think I have ever felt like my choice of a car or choice of material for the fretboard of a guitar said anything at all about my "identity". Cars and guitars are just stuff, they aren't me and they don't define me.
Some time after I finished college, I happened to bump into a guy who'd graduated in my class from high school. We still recognized each other so we shook hands and stopped to chat. As we were shaking hands, I spoke first and said something like how you have you been.
The first words out of his mouth were, "Great. I have three Corvettes". Then silence, we both stood there smiling for a few seconds. I said some vague like that's pretty cool and he said, "I'm going to get a fourth one soon". I honestly didn't know where to go from there so I just said it was nice to see him and I walked away.
I'd imagine that guy has had several identity crises since then. Or maybe not, maybe now he has twenty Corvettes and has lived a happy, fulfilled life over the ensuing four decades. Who knows.
Some time after I finished college, I happened to bump into a guy who'd graduated in my class from high school. We still recognized each other so we shook hands and stopped to chat. As we were shaking hands, I spoke first and said something like how you have you been.
The first words out of his mouth were, "Great. I have three Corvettes". Then silence, we both stood there smiling for a few seconds. I said some vague like that's pretty cool and he said, "I'm going to get a fourth one soon". I honestly didn't know where to go from there so I just said it was nice to see him and I walked away.
I'd imagine that guy has had several identity crises since then. Or maybe not, maybe now he has twenty Corvettes and has lived a happy, fulfilled life over the ensuing four decades. Who knows.