But, you know, sometimes you just want to see if what you've heard is true.
What's that? Checking out what?? Hey, I'm taking guitars here, take that someplace else.
A norther blew in, and my lovely wife had a slight case of cabin fever (my case was more advanced). She suggested lunch out, a stop for some fabric she wanted, and I could stop at Guitar Center to pick up some strings. The high E-string on my 814 has started sounding a bit "warbbly" (yes, I think I made up that word... maybe "twangy" would be more accurate?).
After lunch and fabric shopping (yes, I live an exciting life
Yes, a silly question. Nothing I need, but, like walking on the beach on a nice day, it's always a pleasure to look. What's that?? Yes, I'm talking about the shells and the pretty water - what were you thinking??
Where was I? Oh yeah, looking at guitars. I'm really not a "comparing" kinda guy - I know what I like. I am crazy about what I have. The young man who sold me the strings asked what kind of guitar I have... I led with my favorite and said, "A Taylor 814."
"Ohhhh - really nice! That is my favorite guitar in this place. I play that one every chance I get."
Now, I'm sure that he is just doing that for the eventual owner, helping to move along the "opening up" process.
"No, I haven't. I like wood." I nodded in agreement. He said, "Want me to get it down for you?"
"Nah, I was just wondering what they play like."
"Let's find out," he said and scrambled up the ladder in a flash. He handed me the guitar. Interesting carbon fiber texture under that glossy finish. I pulled out a pick and sat down to give it a try... it sounded good. The guitar felt nice... I guess I was expecting it to be cold and lifeless. If that's what I was expecting, I was wrong. Don't get me wrong - it didn't move me like my 814 does. But, it was a nice instrument.
No, I'm not considering any changes. For full disclosure, though, I have been around long enough to know better than to say, "If I can get that _______ (fill in the blank), I'll never ask for anything ever again."
The idea of "humidity be damned" is interesting. We used to race sailboats - I understand the allure of carbon fiber. I also appreciate the warmth of wood.
When I handed that guitar back to the young man, I said, "Now, you play it - see what you think." He played... well. The guitar sounded good from this side, too. As he was putting the guitar back, he said, "It's no 814, though."
Smart kid.
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