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Ever find an old acoustic, Martin, or Gibson, and they are basically unplayable?
It's sad, but allot of those guitars were drug around the world, with no case. Banged up, put through extreme adverse conditions. The ones that survived, that are playable, command big $$$. |
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have you ever traveled outside your country or comfort zone on the cheap, young, knowing nothing much about the world, making friends with folks who can hardly speak your language but yet you manage to have great fun together anyway? it is a beautiful experience. to have a guitar on hand during it only makes it that much better. nothing to be sad about. in fact, it is an awesome thing. an instrument is a tool for music. the ones that were played and have gone have done their jobs. when was the last time you nostalgically waxed poetic about a screwdriver or a pencil? no offense but while you are sitting in your couch at home playing your fine guitars, there are folks who carry theirs to the tops of mountains so they can play the guitar above treeline. do you know what that experience is like? to sit on top of a mountain in that clean air, sunny bluebird day, not a soul in sight except a goat or three and a sky occasioned by birds, and to sit there and play to the trees and anything else that will listen. it is a fine experience. and while some of that can be found in your backyard, it is the journey up there that makes much of the difference. perhaps to play a vintage instrument that has survived the years is a privilege and a thing one can be grateful for. when it becomes an expectation of sorts, an entitlement, a pursuit of sheer acquisition -- much of what is beautiful, perhaps all that is beautiful, is entirely lost. |
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Yeah, Maria wasn’t particularly gentle with her Goya—good thing it wasn’t a pre-war Martin!
The hills are indeed alive with the sound of music! |