My friend Stella reminded me that guitars are made from trees, from living things - they are not just objects, but an extension of ourselves. If a dog can resemble its owner, why can’t a guitar? The Monterey made it through customs last week, and our cousin got it for us, knocking on the door as a surprise with the great box to rip into. I told him he was now a guitar angel. The tape gives way, the box is opened, the plastic removed, and there in all of its naked glory is this weathered guitar from the 50s, carefully restored by a guy named
Sounds good, Marco. So happy for you! There’s nothing like this feeling of finding a new old favorite guitar. Just traveled with mine to Juneau and back. We go everywhere together ♥️♥️
Sounds good, Marco. So happy for you! There’s nothing like this feeling of finding a new old favorite guitar. Just traveled with mine to Juneau and back. We go everywhere together ♥️♥️
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