I have never had a guitar as good as this, my Guild F212XL. This one is a ’79 and looks virtually new. It even has the factory-option Fishman pickup concealed inside, under the bridge. The original hard case looks like it just came out of the store.
When it’s in tune and all warmed up, it does that thing… If you know 12-strings, you know what I mean. The body, the strings, the whole gestalt produces this indescribable tone that’s like audio crack. It’s just perfect, it’s orgasmic, it makes you want to play and play. It crackles and thunders and rings till next week, and I haven’t even plugged it in yet. And then there’s that thing — it makes me dig in harder with the pick to see what else is down there.
I think I played for three hours this evening, after a bachelor supper of tequila and orange juice. For some reason, I seem to be hungry now.
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Good tools, better art. Enjoy.