Brent Hutto
Tele-Afflicted
That's in effect where my Ibanez rests in peace. Actually as of a week or so ago it's under and behind a ginormous, ancient desk stashed in a back bedroom but same idea. For the couple hundred bucks I could clear by selling it, might as well roll the dice that one day my ears will magically decide they like the sounds it makes, again.For me, tastes change but are often cyclical.
With that I'd like to point out that many guitars can be stashed under beds.