I am trading this guitar in tomorrow and I don’t know how I feel about it. It doesn’t make sense for me to have two amps, one of which I dislike, and three guitars, two of which I never play. Going into this move, I wanted to consolidate and trade in all my guitars and the amp I hate for one really nice guitar that can cover more sonic ground.
The guitar above is a Gibson Faded SG Special. It’s not even a great SG. It’s made in America, and better than most Epiphones, but it just barely made it out of the budget guitar category. Seven years ago (oh my god), I went into the store looking to buy a Gibson Les Paul, but they were too expensive, so I bought this one instead, “because at least it’s a Gibson.” I settled on this guitar.
For a while, I thought, “Yea, I could totally sell the first guitar I bought with my own “Food World” money and not feel anything,” but then I remember that that slab of wood was a key factor in many friendships throughout high school and early college. Making friends is something I tend to over-think, but art and hobbies and sports-playing take a lot of the guess work out of the questions I’d have about, “What do I have to offer to the people in this room?” This guitar made me feel cool. It made me feel like saying “Hello” to people who intimidated me. “Good show.” Thanks. You, too. Want to jam sometime? and on and on.
Tomorrow, I’m trading in this thing for money and getting a new one. Either a better SG or an archtop of some kind. The new one will be a fun, expensive tool. The old one made my life better.
Watching Neil Young root through his pockets for a minute and a half made me laugh. My ex-girlfriend’s dad made many attempts to bond with me by burning me CDs of classic rock albums. Many were misses, but he knocked it out of the park when he gave me a copy of “Harvest.” The studio version of this song rocks a little harder, probably because the rhythm guitar takes up less space due to the other instruments tracked on there. It’s a little heavier. But, he has a lot of sound to fill playing solo, though, so it’s a lot more strum-ey in this. I’m tired and making up words.
The descending part they all harmonize on (:23) is one of my favorite sounds.
B.B. King - “How Blue Can You Get” from Live at the Regal.
The way the crowd loses their mind after “…and now you wanna give’em back,” gives me chills every time I hear it.