A little baseball and a little love letter to my Gibson.

Tonight I went to most un-eventful game of sport I’ve seen in quite sometime. The scoreboard looked something like this:

TWINS: 0010000001

MARINERS: 0100000000

10 innings, 3 runs total = BORING. I had fun, ‘cause I was with the fam and chomping on peanuts AND the 9th and 10th innings were suspenseful. But that suspense only amounted to a disappointment…we lost. Big surprise? No. :( 

I think tonight I’m going to change the strings on my guitar. Someone keeps asking me how many guitars I have, and I keep meaning to answer, but procrastinate…why? I don’t know…haha. I have 2 acoustics, 2 electrics and a cheapy banjo, which actually sounds pretty darn good. My first electric was a Danelectro, I still have it. It looks like this:
 
I remember being SOOOO stoked to get my first electric guitar, I believe it cost me about $250 (Australian - good deal!). It was the wrong guitar for me to buy though, I wanted to play MxPx and Blink-182, this guitar wanted to play The Beach Boys. Still, I rocked it with spiky hair, an awkwardly short tie and a small dosage of confidence, which was mostly fueled by the mere passion I had for playing rock ‘n roll to my friends. I can still see them all (all 6 of them) now, sitting on that thrift-store couch in our scruffy, unkempt backyard.

When I was 18, I somehow convinced my dad to buy me the ultimate guitar (because Tom from MxPx used it of course) - the Gibson Les Paul. Well half of it, I had to pay the other half…still, not a bad deal. I got it a few days early, but wasn’t allowed to play it until my birthday. So to commemorate the occasion, I threw a party and this time played in my parents living room to about 40 or so friends. I think I was more thrilled to have that guitar then I was to be able to purchase things that are bad for me. I still play that guitar to this day. I like it.