Guitar number six joined my collection a few weeks ago. I picked it up on my way home from the Cooper concert in York, PA. It’s a used Schecter Diamond Series Spitfire-6. It’s a pretty thing – a glossy black with mother of pearl edging. He plays nice, too.
Number seven isn’t here yet. He (or she) is supposed to arrive on Wednesday. I wanted a Fender but couldn’t afford one so I bought the cheaper (subsidiary) version – a Squier guitar. I got the stratocaster style.
My idea with the Squier guitar was to get something new (not a used model) that was fairly light and fairly inexpensive that I could easily transport back and forth to my lessons. I had my first lesson last Monday, and I took Phil, my Epiphone Les Paul. Phil is top of the line, new, and he’s built like a Mack truck. He’s heavy. He’s also in a hardshell case to protect him. The only problem is it takes awhile to get him out and put him away. My lesson is thirty minutes. It felt like I just got him out and I had to pack him back up again. I’m going to shoot for something lighter and easier to carry. We’ll see how that goes. I won’t have the new one for this Monday, but perhaps I’ll take the Schecter instead or maybe my Ibanez.
I’m not sure how the lesson went. She said I am doing well with the notes. The chords are harder. We spend half the lesson on theory and half on something I want to learn. Of course, I picked Alice Cooper’s Poison as the song I wanted to learn to play. It’s hard! I guess anything worthwhile is going to be hard work.
I’ll let you know how I make out.
I’m still practicing. Still playing. Still trying S-L-O-W-L-Y to get better. I’m making progress, but it’s slow coming along.
My guitar collection has grown by two since my last update. Two more used, cheap Epiphone guitars have joined the family.
I found a lower end Epiphone SG. He was in Arvada, Colorado. I named him Orfeo which means darkness and night. I thought he had a cool, kind-of Batman like vibe going on.
Then I found this guy in Manhattan. He’s an Epiphone Les Paul SL. I bought him because he was funky and colorful. I thought the pick guard was unique. I posted pictures to a Facebook Epiphone owners group I belong to, and several obnoxious men on there told me he was “ugly”. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I named him Motley (not because of the Crue) but because he’s a motley collection of colors. He even has colored ball ends on his strings (research tells me these are D’Addario strings).
All of my guitars save the Epiphone Les Paul Custom Pro were less than $100. That’s okay. They all get played, and I love them all.
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