People of Earth:
Earlier today, after dropping my laundry off, I stopped at the used music equipment store by my apartment. It's not the best store of its type in the city, by any means, but they occasionally get some good stuff--and it's convenient. I stop in there quite often, actually, and on occasion I actually buy stuff.
Today they had an electric sitar on display, but it was reconfigured to play like a regular six-string guitar. Naturally, my curiosity was piqued--I asked to try it out.
As the guy handed it to me and set me up on one of the Marshall amps, I asked him if I could fuck with the tuning. He begrudgingly said yes, but strongly encouraged me not to due to string-tension, neck alignment, and blah, blah, blah. I fucked with the tuning anyway--it's a guitar, not some fucking pricless renaissance oil.
I messed around with it a bit, wasn't all that impressed with its sound, actually. As I handed it back, the store guy started in on his sales-pitch, to which I responded I'd seen something pretty similar (but half the price) in a Musician's Friend catalog. Of course, he knew exactly the make and model of the one I was referring to, and had a seemingly rehearsed sales-pitch as to why the one in the catalog was far inferior to the one he was trying to sell me. As he was telling me all this, he was trying to re-tune the sitar back to standard guitar tuning, during which he broke a string.
An old guy standing behind me interjected, asking if I was going to buy it. The store guy said no, and the old guy asked, very excitedly, if he could try the sitar out after the store guy finished replacing the string.
The old guy then turned to me, and said "You sounded really good on that thing!"
"Thanks," I replied, smiling proudly as I made my way towards the exit.
The old guy probably bought that electric sitar, and it's probably an addition to a large collection of guitars and various stringed intsruments he already owns (he had that wealthy-suburban-businessman-on-the-weekend look). I'll bet every time he plays that sitar, he'll be reminded of that scruffy foreign kid who inadvertantly made him decide to buy it.
So, that's my story for today. Now that my ego has been sufficiently stroked, I will now tend to my raging boner.
Earlier today, after dropping my laundry off, I stopped at the used music equipment store by my apartment. It's not the best store of its type in the city, by any means, but they occasionally get some good stuff--and it's convenient. I stop in there quite often, actually, and on occasion I actually buy stuff.
Today they had an electric sitar on display, but it was reconfigured to play like a regular six-string guitar. Naturally, my curiosity was piqued--I asked to try it out.
As the guy handed it to me and set me up on one of the Marshall amps, I asked him if I could fuck with the tuning. He begrudgingly said yes, but strongly encouraged me not to due to string-tension, neck alignment, and blah, blah, blah. I fucked with the tuning anyway--it's a guitar, not some fucking pricless renaissance oil.
I messed around with it a bit, wasn't all that impressed with its sound, actually. As I handed it back, the store guy started in on his sales-pitch, to which I responded I'd seen something pretty similar (but half the price) in a Musician's Friend catalog. Of course, he knew exactly the make and model of the one I was referring to, and had a seemingly rehearsed sales-pitch as to why the one in the catalog was far inferior to the one he was trying to sell me. As he was telling me all this, he was trying to re-tune the sitar back to standard guitar tuning, during which he broke a string.
An old guy standing behind me interjected, asking if I was going to buy it. The store guy said no, and the old guy asked, very excitedly, if he could try the sitar out after the store guy finished replacing the string.
The old guy then turned to me, and said "You sounded really good on that thing!"
"Thanks," I replied, smiling proudly as I made my way towards the exit.
The old guy probably bought that electric sitar, and it's probably an addition to a large collection of guitars and various stringed intsruments he already owns (he had that wealthy-suburban-businessman-on-the-weekend look). I'll bet every time he plays that sitar, he'll be reminded of that scruffy foreign kid who inadvertantly made him decide to buy it.
So, that's my story for today. Now that my ego has been sufficiently stroked, I will now tend to my raging boner.
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lenox:
happy b-day!
dollface:
happy birthday to you!