When I was an aspiring/perspiring guitarist back in Austin in the 70's, a certain store (its initials are GR) seemed to employ only guys who scored over 900 on the American Standard Snob test (that's- oh, you get it!). The ambient music was alway some wretched Steely Dan or otherwise over-rated tripe (my apologies to all SD fans!). By way of contrast, Ray Hennigs's Heart of Texas Music was always beyond-helpful; when I bought a new Strat in the 80's, they did a free setup with my choice of strings as part of the deal, right then and there. Other than one of the Henning boys (who looked to be maybe 9 or 10) taking down a Tele and ripping licks far beyond my humble abilities...
Here in Madison- groan. I've detailed my misadventures with a place called Good 'N Loud somewhere else on TB, but since they're long gone I won't repeat it all. Ward-Brodt is still here, however- once I went in to look at this sorta cheap Ibanez gitty, thinking it'd be nice to have something for a beater. They had two in stock; one had the "action" set so low it was literally unplayable- barely any daylight between the 12th fret and the strings. OK; the other one was, strangely, missing a screw on one of the tuners, which was all kittywumpus as a result. I asked one of the (not at all busy) guys there if they could screw down this tuner so I could, you know, try it out? "Well, if you're committed to that guitar, sure..." Well, I'm not committed to any guitar I haven't tried yet, which I can't do right now... "No, blah blah blah..." Um, no sale!
Last but not least, a beloved and venerable retailer and repairer of (primarily) acoustic instruments- I bought a Walden acoustic from them, sounded great in the store. Over a few days at home, I found that the high E string had several weird buzzes and an overall lack of tone. That guitar went back there four or five times, getting a fret dress and other stuff- to no avail. I finally realized that honestly, no one there could really hear what I heard, and unless they played it somewhere else than that noisy store, they never would. Of course, I feel bad to gripe, since they did a lot of work for free and all; but after nearly a year it was obvious that the problem wasn't getting solved. That was my last guitar! I got tired of those little-bitty wire things on 'em clacking on the frets... I guess my feeling was that the guys in that store are kinda sorta VERY set in their ways. And maybe also don't exactly see so well, based on the condition of the fret-ends after they got done with 'em. And, er, probably don't hear that well anymore? Kind of sad, all and all.
I also regret that the glory days of The Pawn Shop are behind us- once upon a time you might luck out and find a great axe, dirt cheap, since many P-shop folks didn't really know too much about guitars: I once got a (re-issue?) Les Paul Custom in great shape for $122.00- the tag said $222.00, and they gave me $100.00 trade-in on my old Fender Jaguar (which is what my Dad had paid for it years before). Those days are gone, yes?