There is something wonderful about old guitar strings. They have character. They hurt my fingers when I haven’t played in a while. They are edgy, at least for me.
And it’s even more amazing when one breaks. POP! It is a great sound. I have always feared that the busted string will pop me in the face. Like most fears, I am only hurt by thinking about it. It never happens.
Then comes the excitement that I am going to go and get new strings. Martin silk and steel. I may go to the guitar store and see the multitude of amazing guitars. I have a humble guitar, but it serves me.
Did you play a guitar as a kid?
You know, it is called Playing Music for a reason.
How do you play?
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