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A guitar story
The guitar story.
A quirky love filled blast to my past
By describing the instruments I owned.
There was once
A Jackson Dinky all black.
24 fret with a Floyd rose.
Dive bombed like mad.
INCIATE BR00TAL BREAKDOWN NOW!
Too brutal for me. I thought it would bite me.
Had to trade it for something more chill.
A 1960s 4 piece pearl vintage drum set.
This instrument up and lived some Shit.
Didn't have a place for it.
It had too great of a story to keep it to myself.
I donated it to the Ann Arbor Music Center.
They restored it. It's now worth 2500 dollars.
My good deed of the decade.
The drum teacher was so stoked
As if he was a kid on Christmas.
Still used today to teach others.
It felt amazing to do this.
A two toned black and half white
Dean flying V
Looked like the angriest axe in the universe.
Ended up getting stolen.
Got conned into selling it
Yet never received money.
Did not play as well as it looked.
It was bulky as Fuck.
Not worth the bad karma they received
A harmony milky yellowy white telecaster
Harmony makes trumpets...
Apparently guitars as well.
This guitar sounded like ass.
Looked like ass. Played like ass.
Gave it away to someone for there first guitar.
I hope he set it on fire and got a new one
A gibson les Paul.
It's my fucking wife.
I'm so protective of it.
It's been through hell and back with me.
Pushed cartsat meijer saving up
Took me 8 months.
I let only a select few touch it.
Only allowed to play it if experienced.
Put stickers all over it.
Because it's so valuable it's priceless.
Many times tried selling it yet couldn't.
It a symbol of everything I ever worked for.
My black silver burst agile les Paul.
Sounded beautiful.
Heavy as Fuck.
It felt like you were trying to make love
To an extremely over weight women.
Overly glossy paint.
Hands left snail trails.
And sounded like i playing basketball
The paint was soo squeaky.
My hands Sounded like Jordan's.
Estabon accostic.
The infamous infomercial guitar!
Apparently owning this guitar made you god
Like some type of Spanish shred Lord
Played like a benchwarmer.
Sounded like it was worth a roll of pennies.
Grandma gave it to me one day.
Ended up giving it to one of my cousins.
String tension tighter than a virgin.
0/10 the worst.
Walden acoustic.
Nice high dollar acoustic.
Disliked the boring plane wood finish.
Became my sticker collection.
My favorite to play.
The sound of its harmonics were the sex.
this guitar got me laid once.
It's seen it all.
Been left in frozen trunks.
Dropped. Rained on.
Left in high humidity.
It sounds the way it looks.
So i drum on it and let it's story be told.
My favorite adventure time instrument.
I'd be lost with out it.
last but not least
The hand made Hillbilly guitar.
looks like ut was made in shop class
Impossible to tune.
All the strings the same gauge.
Sounded like a clowns instrument.
Hilariously out of tune
A what the fuckinstrument
Made out cheap ply wood.
Has 4 strings with a bridge made out of screws.
It's the greatest instrument ever made
Man I can still remember what each and every instrument feels like. And the Times they were my greatest escape. Guitars are like people. They come and go. But they leave an impact and impression on your soul. So glad I owned all these over the Years. I wish i could locate a few of their homes and set up visitation rights to spend Time with them again. They were like my children. I used to get them together and take photo shoots of them spending time together. All the jams that were jammed with them. May they live on and leave an impact on someone like they did to me :)
