Sparky2
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This may strike you as too deeply personal, but I trust you and value your opinion, so here goes;
I still own the very first guitar I bought with my own high school job money.
It's a 1975 Epiphone FT-120 acoustic.
Made in Korea, inexpensive, and a beginner's guitar.
I have owned it and taken it around the world many times.
And I'm not kidding about that.
It's been around the world, many times.
It's battle scarred, and in fact, has scars and a jacked-up neck from its first year in my possession.
(It suffers an intonation problem from the last time my father ever scrapped with me, right before he hauled-ass and left us and our mom, in 1976.)
The guitar only works properly with nylon strings, and only when playing the basic cowboy chords. The original Epiphone case is tired and has mover's inventory stickers on it, from a variety of moves from here to there in the military.
The thing is, I never really play the guitar anymore.
It's a keepsake, a memento.
To open the case is to invite a flood of bad memories, from my Dad's absurd antics and abuse back then, to the years I spent with my first wife, an ugly divorce, and too many years of dead-end noodling on guitars with no appreciable improvement in my guitar playing.
It's also an invitation to pleasant memories of me playing that guitar with my teenage garage band-mates, taking it to the beach when I turned 18 with those same band-mates, and the times that I figured out minor chords on songs like Third Rate Romance, and Pink Floyd's Brick In The Wall. And the years that followed, wherein I figured out how to become a better musician, and to form a band, and to perform good live music for appreciative audiences.
My heart, nowadays as I prepare for the Autumn days of my life, tells me to either give the old Epiphone a proper Viking funeral, and burn her to ashes,
or,
find an appropriate place in the house, and hang her up for posterity.
I'm torn, and I'm asking your advice.
I can't sell the guitar, it's not worth anything, and it doesn't play very nicely at all.
I don't want to just give it to the local drug-rehab center (as I have done with guitars before), because it's more jacked-up than most of the addicts in there already are.
Hanging it up is problematic since she's so ugly.
I just photographed her, (see below) and she photographs like a ghost or spirit, no matter what I do.
So, what do you think I should do with her?
I still own the very first guitar I bought with my own high school job money.
It's a 1975 Epiphone FT-120 acoustic.
Made in Korea, inexpensive, and a beginner's guitar.
I have owned it and taken it around the world many times.
And I'm not kidding about that.
It's been around the world, many times.
It's battle scarred, and in fact, has scars and a jacked-up neck from its first year in my possession.
(It suffers an intonation problem from the last time my father ever scrapped with me, right before he hauled-ass and left us and our mom, in 1976.)
The guitar only works properly with nylon strings, and only when playing the basic cowboy chords. The original Epiphone case is tired and has mover's inventory stickers on it, from a variety of moves from here to there in the military.
The thing is, I never really play the guitar anymore.
It's a keepsake, a memento.
To open the case is to invite a flood of bad memories, from my Dad's absurd antics and abuse back then, to the years I spent with my first wife, an ugly divorce, and too many years of dead-end noodling on guitars with no appreciable improvement in my guitar playing.
It's also an invitation to pleasant memories of me playing that guitar with my teenage garage band-mates, taking it to the beach when I turned 18 with those same band-mates, and the times that I figured out minor chords on songs like Third Rate Romance, and Pink Floyd's Brick In The Wall. And the years that followed, wherein I figured out how to become a better musician, and to form a band, and to perform good live music for appreciative audiences.
My heart, nowadays as I prepare for the Autumn days of my life, tells me to either give the old Epiphone a proper Viking funeral, and burn her to ashes,
or,
find an appropriate place in the house, and hang her up for posterity.
I'm torn, and I'm asking your advice.
I can't sell the guitar, it's not worth anything, and it doesn't play very nicely at all.
I don't want to just give it to the local drug-rehab center (as I have done with guitars before), because it's more jacked-up than most of the addicts in there already are.
Hanging it up is problematic since she's so ugly.
I just photographed her, (see below) and she photographs like a ghost or spirit, no matter what I do.
So, what do you think I should do with her?
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