I figured a few of you might get a kick outta this. I work part-time at an indy shop, new and used, mostly Fender, Takamine Martin and Ibanez. An older fellow, fifties maybe, has been in quite a bit lately, lusting as usual. He confessed last week that he doesn't play yet, but he's interested in x, y and z guitars. "sure." Well, he comes in today and has me case up our signed '65 Gretch Tennessean, '04 American Deluxe Mahogany and '13 American Deluxe Ash. Handing me his Visa he laughs "and I can't even play one note!"
EDIT- there is no trashing of beginners, poor or rich, here. Just a fun story to share, nothing more. This edit is for those of you who envy the percieved skill levels of others whilst posessing enviable wallets and instruments- this is no thing for anybody to get defensive about. There is such a thing as humor without expense. This story, short as it is, exemplifies a positive universal theme in humanity, the desire for excellence. And yet this thread has several times exemplified another less positive universal human theme. For the record, I couldn't yet play "smells like teen spirit" all of the way through correctly when I acquired a nearly mint Charvel Model 6- far too superb an instrument for [whatever], but it made me a better player as I strived to become good enough for it. Many many guitars, basses, keyboards and gigs later, I am a student pursuing degrees in Engineering Sciences. Having played and built (another story for another time) guitars and basses through middle school, high school and my early twenties, I was an easy hire at a guitar shop and a difficult hire at a restaurant, and a man's gotta eat. We were all beginners once, and all but the most modest of us would prefer to start with pro-level gear, and dream of eventually obtaining boutique or custom-tailored gear. This story was intended for the dreamers, and though I failed in selecting the correct forum section, a few of them found it- to you dreamers, I hope you enjoyed the story and were as annoyed to read this edit as I am to be having to type it.
EDIT- there is no trashing of beginners, poor or rich, here. Just a fun story to share, nothing more. This edit is for those of you who envy the percieved skill levels of others whilst posessing enviable wallets and instruments- this is no thing for anybody to get defensive about. There is such a thing as humor without expense. This story, short as it is, exemplifies a positive universal theme in humanity, the desire for excellence. And yet this thread has several times exemplified another less positive universal human theme. For the record, I couldn't yet play "smells like teen spirit" all of the way through correctly when I acquired a nearly mint Charvel Model 6- far too superb an instrument for [whatever], but it made me a better player as I strived to become good enough for it. Many many guitars, basses, keyboards and gigs later, I am a student pursuing degrees in Engineering Sciences. Having played and built (another story for another time) guitars and basses through middle school, high school and my early twenties, I was an easy hire at a guitar shop and a difficult hire at a restaurant, and a man's gotta eat. We were all beginners once, and all but the most modest of us would prefer to start with pro-level gear, and dream of eventually obtaining boutique or custom-tailored gear. This story was intended for the dreamers, and though I failed in selecting the correct forum section, a few of them found it- to you dreamers, I hope you enjoyed the story and were as annoyed to read this edit as I am to be having to type it.
