Tools. Just tools. That’s what I call guitars. On the other hand, I become strangely attached to them. Perhaps it’s tone, or the feel, or the way each one may inspire a different approach to playing. For me, tone is not everything. There’s playability, and sometimes even “bad” tone is what I’m looking for. I don’t mean ugly, but once in a while a guitar can fit the bill even when it has no sustain, no low end, or sounds very “thin.” No matter what, even if the guitar is a plain piece of junk, I sort of like it. I can think of a use, but putting a bolt through it and hanging it in a restaurant just does not seem right.
A very little thought about guitars.
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