I bought a guitar! From Sam Ash, and I am feeling elated because when I went in and played it and sang, comparing small and traveler guitars, nylon and steel string, even mandolins, this one just felt like ‘mine’! It was used and came with a case (which I have out sunning to air out that ‘wood finish’ smell). Already my left fingertips feel tender, but I’m determined to toughen them so it’ll be automatic to just pick up and play at any time.
It’s all very symbolic because several years ago, the guitar I had just felt ‘stale’ & was associated with painful memories, so I gave it away. Today I grasped it wasn’t me: it was the guitar! It ‘stopped being mine.’
Do not think I am without fears and shyness: a lot of people mis-read me because of all my courageous triumphs.
It is very hard to sing and play the guitar without pouring your heart out, and that’s been my hesitation (duh).
Music bypasses ‘logic boxes’ in our left brains, and that’s why it’s instinctual and intuitive from the earliest peoples who stretched a leather skin over a gourd, made a drum or added a branch with gut strings, and sang: it’s part of our humanity, made in God’s image.
Sometimes an idea comes to us and won’t go away; and metamorphoses (plural), cocoons and pregnancies are all very scientific and Biblical processes of growth, birth and transformation.
It has an output jack for an amplifier cable! We plugged it in so I could feel like a rock star. This means I never have to callous-up for steel strings (for increased volume for a group); although the Gibson traveler guitar (which I gave 2 of my Minnesota friends and they loved) has beautiful sound for being so lightweight. The portability would be good for hikes and traveling, so maybe ‘next time,’ when I’m ready.
They didn’t have any pink guitars.