Discussion in 'The Pub' started by stumphead, Jun 18, 2019.
I want you all to enjoy your guitars, so...enjoy.
“A man who doesn't spend time with his guitar can never be a real man.”
Dont be afraid Tom,
we know you're not in the guitar end of the business
I think your brain is going soft with all that guitar you are playing with that young girl.
(Don Corleone to Sonny talking about his mistress.)
There was this kid I grew up with - he was younger than me. Sorta looked up to me - you know. We did our first work together - worked our way out of the street. Things were good, we made the most of it. During Prohibition - we ran guitars into Canada - made a fortune - your father, too. As much as anyone, I loved him - and trusted him. Later on he had an idea - to build a city out of guitars for GI's on the way to the West Coast. That kid's name was Moe Green - and the city he invented was Guit Vegas. This was a great man - a man of vision and guitars. And there isn't even a plaque - or a guitar - or a statue of him in that town! Someone put a bullet through his guitar. No one knows who gave the order - when I heard it, I wasn't angry; I knew Moe - I knew he was head-strong, playing loud, saying stupid things. So when he turned up dead - I let it go. And I said to myself, this is the guitar we've chosen - I didn't ask who gave the order - because it had nothing to do with guitars!
I'm going to take a nap. When I wake up, if the guitar is on the table, I'll know I have a partner. If it isn't, I'll know I don't.
I'd give four guitars just to be able to take a piss without it hurting.
Good guitars are the most important thing. More than success, more than money, more than power.
“Look at how they massacred my guitar.”
All I've got is instead of waking up with a severed equine head, he awakens to his '59 'burst with a broken headstock.