The Guitar I Learned To Play On
There’s a beginning in everything. With the beginning also comes the memory of that beginning, often materialized in some item which we’d keep in our closet forever, useless baggage we move from place to place, memories of a past which is not going to come back anyway.
When it comes to keeping old stuff, I’m one of the best. I’ll show you only one example: my first ever guitar. It was probably more than 10 years ago when I decided I wanted to take guitar lessons, but that lasted very little. I never managed to find time to show up at those lessons, nor at the practice sessions with my band, so soon I had to give up my dream and put the guitar back in its box, where it lies also today. Would you like to see it? Well, I’m going to show it to you even if you don’t:
How cool is that? I still kept the amplifier that I got as birthday present that year. The equipment is in excellent shape, because I take care not to skip the regular maintenance. Besides, the guitar has its place in the box, away from light. If you didn’t know that, find out that the exposure to light is daunting to guitars because it makes the finish fade. Here’s my guitar in the box:
I’ve just decided today I’m going to sell it. If you are interested, just let me know by commenting here and I’ll send you all details by email.