Introductions

Well it looks like the new guitar has found itself a home, mixed into the little stand of guitars that are part of the new dining room forest installation.

I introduced the guitar to the house in the same way one might introduce a new family pet to the old family pet.

Slowly…

At first I didn’t really let it out of it’s case, instead I let the other guitars sense it’s presence to help them grow accustomed to the idea of a new guitar in the house. I wanted them to know that this new guitar posed little or no threat to our established relationship. After a few days I began to pull the guitar out of it’s case and play it a bit. Up to that point I was still unsure if the new guitar was gonna fit in. I mean, what if the other guitars didn’t like it and were mean to it or something?

Sweetie was the first to mention that she liked the sound of it. We’ve never had a twelve-string guitar in the house before and so I don’t think she really knew what that meant until I played it. With Sweeties acceptance the other guitars seemed to come about much quicker. I pulled another stand out of the garage and put it next to the other guitars to see what their reaction would be. Fortunately it seemed to fit in almost immediately and before long the guitar felt as much a part of the house as any of my other instruments do.

I’ve got the name and number of a good luther in town who I’m hoping can adjust the neck a bit, as years of neglect seem to have rendered it a little hard to play. Other than the neck, it’s in remarkable shape for a guitar that’s older than I am. The nearest I can tell is that the guitar was built between 62 and 64 as it doesn’t appear in the 1961 Goya catalogue and in the 1965 catalogue the finger dots are in a different configuration. The serial number seems to state that it was built in 1948, but that couldn’t be since the company that made Goya guitars didn’t call them Goya’s until 1958.

It came with what appears to be it’s original cardboard case with red lining, and while the clasps still work, the cardboard seems to be starting down the hill towards a bad end.

Lately, Sweeties been threatening to put a real dining room table in our dining room and if this happens I’m not sure what I’m going to do with this stand of guitars that I’ve created. As any of you out there who play guitar know, the guitar that’s out and handy is the guitar that gets the most action. I imagine if this table thing happens, the guitars will just move to the family room. Perhaps we’ll even have the new addition started by that point and space will not be such an important factor as it is now.

In other music news, tomorrow should be a fun show at the Swiss Tavern. I’ve asked my friend Darren from Last Chance Romeos to come and play some lap steel on a few songs with us. We had our first practice all together last night and the lap steel adds a beautiful environment that the music seems to just hang in. We should be going on between 8:30 and 8:45 so I hope some of you can make it out.

On a sadder musical note, Panamonica’s is soon going to be no longer and hence, are having their farewell party this Saturday night. I’m going to miss going to open mics there, as well as the decent food and a nice atmosphere. It was also the one place I could get Blue Paddle Pilsner on tap.

You know, that, I might miss most of all…

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