I once dated a musician who wouldn't let me touch his guitar.* He had a Gibson Hummingbird of a vintage year and was quite sentimental about it. [It was the same guitar that Emmylou plays.] Since I am a pianist, my genteel fingertips and resulting strums did not have the magic to land me in No Depression but I was allowed a few supervised forays into the world of Girls with Guitars.**
With music on the brain fresh from last night's live performance, this NYT article by Larry Richter grabbed my attention like a capo: Roll Over, Stradivarius: ‘Inventing the American Guitar’ Explores 1840s Innovations. Martin's been making guitars since 1833.
* Not a euphemism.
** Playing a guitar and the harmonica in a holder is way harder than it looks, particularly if you are trying to look cool. [ See also: Flashbacks if you ever wore headgear for braces.]
PS J, when it was clear that things weren't going to work out, I jammed on your guitar while you were out...a lot.
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