January was the snowiest month ever recorded in the city of Boston. Feb 2003 had been the champ until now, so I've seen both of them and have enjoyed neither. I don't necessarily mind cold or snow, I just prefer for it to be functional, and here it is neether, nyther; let's call the whole thing off. Cain't ski or snowboard, cain't drive in it, hard to go for a walk...it's just cold and damp. I've mentioned this before, but it really bites so I'm mentioning it again. Cabin fever. Light deprivation.
When this stage of the year comes around, I am very vulnerable to a seriously dangerous malady. It is the sweet sickness of the ever increasing need to buy a guitar. I start thinking about various makes, models and sizes; possible tonewood combinations, finish options, slothead or solid, 12 fret or 14...
So anyway, I drive over yesterday to a shop in Arlington, Music Emporium, which has a lot of possibilities hanging on the wall, trust me on that one. Asked Greg if he wanted to go before I left. He couldn't go because, and you're going to love this one, he was, "going snowshoeing in the park". I shrugged off the sheer and utter audacity of that one and hit the road. The finally cleared of snow road. The one that leads to Music Emporium in Arlington where I went to play as many guitars as I cared to and believe me my friend, many were thoroughly played. Larrivee, Martin, Blueridge, Martin, Taylor, Collings, Santa Froggy Cruz Bottom, Goodall, Larrivee, and on and on and over and over. I was lost in a reverie of wood and steel, strumming and picking, looking and grabbing...all that was missing was the coffee & pie. Finally settled on something in an OM/000 size and with rosewood/adirondack/european spruce...Lord help me, or I am going to buy one of these things! No, wait, that should be "Lord help me to buy one of these things!" I'm close to calling the Bourgeois shop up in Maine and putting a custom order in. OM cutaway, Madagascar Rosewood/Adirondack, Curly Koa binding, solid peghead...you know, for investment purposes of course. After all, ain't that what student loans are for?
That was my day. be good.
When this stage of the year comes around, I am very vulnerable to a seriously dangerous malady. It is the sweet sickness of the ever increasing need to buy a guitar. I start thinking about various makes, models and sizes; possible tonewood combinations, finish options, slothead or solid, 12 fret or 14...
So anyway, I drive over yesterday to a shop in Arlington, Music Emporium, which has a lot of possibilities hanging on the wall, trust me on that one. Asked Greg if he wanted to go before I left. He couldn't go because, and you're going to love this one, he was, "going snowshoeing in the park". I shrugged off the sheer and utter audacity of that one and hit the road. The finally cleared of snow road. The one that leads to Music Emporium in Arlington where I went to play as many guitars as I cared to and believe me my friend, many were thoroughly played. Larrivee, Martin, Blueridge, Martin, Taylor, Collings, Santa Froggy Cruz Bottom, Goodall, Larrivee, and on and on and over and over. I was lost in a reverie of wood and steel, strumming and picking, looking and grabbing...all that was missing was the coffee & pie. Finally settled on something in an OM/000 size and with rosewood/adirondack/european spruce...Lord help me, or I am going to buy one of these things! No, wait, that should be "Lord help me to buy one of these things!" I'm close to calling the Bourgeois shop up in Maine and putting a custom order in. OM cutaway, Madagascar Rosewood/Adirondack, Curly Koa binding, solid peghead...you know, for investment purposes of course. After all, ain't that what student loans are for?
That was my day. be good.
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