Topic: Folks, my wallet is at risk.
As I mentioned here in another post, I decided to go ahead and take some classes. It's going to be quite good for me in that the teacher is taking an entirely different approach to learning and playing music than I took when teaching myself. That has nothing to do with this post.
Well, maybe a little. While I was in the local music store where I've gotten to know the guys to pick up the books for the class, one of the guys I always say "Howdy" to was eating lunch. So I decided to diddle around a little until he got a few bites of his sandwich. While I was diddling around, I came across a Stagg acoustic 12 string. Only $199. Not anything special or fancy, but for a $199 guitar it sure sounded nice to me. This being the kind of music store run by a family and where they care about the instruments they sell, it was all set up and hanging there on the wall in tune and ready for my diddelations. I played the opening chords of "Peace Train" (without the capo unfortunately) and then the opening strummed chords of "Tin Cup Chalise" and then decided to try and finger pick "Early Morning Rain" - and GEEZ I wanted this guitar. Now, it has been an expensive couple of months in the Zurf household and I had just bought a new TV for my wife, and so I bypassed the guitar even with the reasonable price.
Later that day, I told my wife, "I almost walked out of the store with a guitar. They had a $199 twelve string in there." My wife said, "Why didn't you?" Why didn't I? Why didn't I? I did not expect "Why didn't you?" I expected, "Well I'm glad you didn't because things are pretty tight right now and we can use that extra money in much better ways...", and generally expected her to make good sense the way she usually does. But I did not in a million years expect, "Why didn't you?"
Next payday, we'll see how the balances are. There could be some trouble brewing here in a fun way.
- Zurf
If it comes from the heart and you add a few beers... it'll be awesome! - Mekidsmom
When in doubt ... hats. - B.G. Dude