I don’t play well (or at all, these days), but I still have the electric guitar I saved up for and bought when I was 18, a Danelectro U2. I also have an Epiphone Hummingbird. I got that one by trading in an old acoustic at Chicago Music Exchange a few years ago, when we sold a number of other guitars.
I hadn’t been back since, but the photography class I take on Thursday nights is directly across the street. I stopped in to the shop a couple of weeks ago to get a wall hook for my ukulele (which is far easier to play, not that I do that well either), then went back last week to take photos.
I posted a photo on Instagram when I was in the store, and someone noticed the Stranger Than Fiction guitar. Not the guitar of course, but a beat-up Fender in the same color.
A single guitar is gorgeous. Multiply that by a few hundred, and oh my.
I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t go buy the hollowbody of my dreams, just because it’s pretty. If I could remember anything besides power chords and a few others, maybe. Sure is tempting though. I’ll be across the street again tonight.