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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by Sparky2, Feb 8, 2019.
I say hang it on the wall and set it on fire...
I want to party with you, cowboy!
I'm half swedish. i say Viking.
Life is too short to have bad memories hanging around. Burn it. Burn it with fire.
put it back in the case in the back of the closet off the ground and forget about it again
Time to let it go. I see donate it to a Theatre, let them use it as a prop.
Anything that brings bad memories should be made to leave your house.
Funny that you say that;
I endeavored an interesting repair to the neck last night and this morning, one involving a padded vice and a 10 degree torquing of the neck (after I had loosened the truss rod until the end bit came out).
Wouldn't you know, it made the neck very nearly straight in the end?
I reassembled the old war horse, strung her up with Martin 10's, and stretched the strings in really nicely.
The Epiphone, this afternoon, played really nicely.
The cowboy chords are splendid, though the upper-fret intonation is still a bit off. But better than it was.
I played a lot of old songs on her, from the high school days.
A flood of memories overcame me, both good and bad.
You people are going to think I'm crazy, and certainly I have been flip-flopping all over the place on this, but I packed the guitar up in its original (43 year old) Epiphone case, with a few extra guitar picks and a strap, and I set out an hour ago and took her for a short drive down the road.
That old one-owner is now in the hands of the local drug & alcohol addiction treatment center.
Just like the Carlo Robelli nylon string classical guitar I gave them last year, the Epiphone will be living on the wards at Bradford, and helping guys and gals to escape into music for brief periods of time.
Anything to distract them from the craving and the shakes.
This feels right, and I'm a lot happier about it all, much more so than hanging the ghosts of family pain up on the wall, and a great deal more than exorcising those memories in a symbolic bonfire.
Thanks for humoring me, I do appreciate it.
Extraneous post, since the OP made a good decision.
E-Bay, $1 start, no reserve.
First of all you're only 59 years old...you got quite a few years before you start preparing for Autumn days (I hope).
Second...please hang it on the wall. It doesn't look bad and even if it did your first humble guitar doesn't deserve to be "Hendrixed".
Just my humble opinion. Peace.
Nicely done! But that wasn't an option in your poll... that we think you're crazy
I have been told that I'm as crazy as a runned-over squirrel.
I don't know quite what to do with that.
Other than embrace it, happily.
Viking funeral, but you gotta go the full run. Build a small boat and shoot a flaming arrow at it.
You can either burn it or look at it this way: the guitar was your pal going through all of this, it suffered too but you both survived the negativity. And just like a brother it also was with you when you experienced a lot of good things.
Whatever you do, do it because it's what you want. If throwing the guitar on a funeral pyre would be a cathartic experience, do it. If having it sitting on a wall as a testament to times gone by, then that's what you should do.
If selling isn't an option, how about giving away to a charity shop or a school? If it can be played (at any level) it could help someone else get into playing.
If you read up a few posts in the thread, I finally did decide to repair it, and then give it to the local drug & alcohol treatment center, to be played by the patients on the wards.
Well since half of me is Scandinav....burn it and keep the good memories in there....Oooooodiiiiiiinnn