Tuesday, June 14, 2011
It was a dark and stormy night. Christmas Eve 2005. Amherst, NH. I had ducked into the Guitar Gallery to have a few moments with a Taylor 714ce I'd grown particularly fond of. Rosewood back. Deep thumb-picking bass. Except that I didn't actually know how to play. Earlier that year I'd found a Squire mini acoustic in my half of the stuff. The rusty, high-action strings tore at my fingers and the tinny sound fit the mood; late-40s guy trying to forget, and move on...The 714? Just sold. That figures. He'd seen me around; knew I couldn't play. Taking pity on this night of all nights, he excused himself from the customer I must have just interrupted and returned with a limited edition 414ce; rosewood under spruce. I found a corner in the busy store. The resonance, the feel, the happy, sad sad tears. Wrap it up. Merry Christmas to me.