Saturday, July 17, 2010

Days of pink guitars

Hard to believe but I used to play guitar. It was a long time ago, when I was still in grade school. Did I say it was a LONG time ago?

My guitar was bright pink, designed for the "feminine guitarist" which I guess was me. I loved my pink guitar with Princess emblazoned on the front, but sad to say, I wasn't a very good feminine guitarist. I took some lessons and played in school shows, but really only limped along. I much preferred listening to the Beatles in those days than practicing or listening to my own excruciatingly slow version of "El Paso."

The guitar moved around with me over the years and today we unearthed it from the attic. It was a little worse for wear, but otherwise in pretty good condition. I had already gotten rid of the amplifier a while back because it didn't work so I can't really try out any chords. Which, at least for the people I live with, is a good thing.

I plan to hang the Princess guitar on the wall in my newly painted office (just like I saw in one of those home and garden shows. What an accent piece!). There's something comforting about having old things around us to jog some old memories.

I still would rather listen to the Beatles than play myself, but I am a much more easy-going ritic of my talents than I used to be back in the day.

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