If it weren’t for new strings I doubt I would ever darken GC’s door again. My last trip there was the ultimate. I got my strings, then made the mistake of waltzing into the acoustic guitar room. There in the center of the room, sprawled out on the floor, was a guy strumming tunes for his girl/wife/whatever. She was giggling. He was playing name that tune with her. Get a motel room, or buy the guitar and take it home to serenade her. I felt intrusive, though I was in a public place. They were oblivious to me. I tried looking at guitars, but gave up. For a brief second I wanted to do a John Belushi. Grab the guitar from him, smash it against the wall and walk out, but I didn’t want to pay for a brand new, broken Taylor.
Then I walk out to the showroom to hear some guy doing his Eddie Van Halen impression on amp stack.
It's gotta be my age.
