Tuesday, May 01, 2012
I reached a goal, an interim goal and thought it was ok to take a reward, a real life reward.
I was shopping at a guitar shop, looking for strings, one broken while playing and time to replace the lot of them (gasp -12) but always worth the tonal effort at the end of the day. I have had guitars for many years, some cheapies when I was at college and then a present for my self when I came out of the service, I bought a Martin www.maurysmusic.com/mart
It was 1969 and I've had that instrument ever since, with a reset of frets and new pickguard and a bit of tuneup here and there but the sound oh the sound.
So there I am, realizing that the Martin, now in the 'custody' of my son, will be mine now and then but its got a new holder for the time being. I do miss her but saw this 'backpaker Martin'. www.martinguitar.com/ind
but mine with steel strings.
Hem. Haw. Do I. Don't I. It wasn't a princely sum and then I realized, I'd reached one of my early goals. Its hard for me to reward me - it always has been. I decided, with some prodding to hold it try it and it was mine..
It hasn't taken the place of the D35 and my 12 still has a sexy and deep throated ring .. but I can play most anywhere anytime.
Rewards are when you take them. I feel most rewarded deep down, at accomplishment and this is a mark of one. I'm glad to be here, at Spark, day by day and each time I hear a note from my backpacker, I'll think of the early days and the start. She's much thinner and more economical than my D35 and perhaps reminds me why I was rewarded on the way to being thinner and more economical, myself.