Oh, hey, thanks, you guys! I'm so pleased that someone else on this planet thinks this is interesting, too. I'm just a musically illiterate girl with guitars on the brain, and a very strong urge to waste time.
Obviously you have a day job that you like to avoid
Hee! Close. A dissertation on cholera epidemics in Victorian London to write, actually. And no. No, it isn't going very well, thank you. I am now going to focus my mad researching skillz on the transcendental nature of Pi, and when I have finished that, I will eat it. A lovely cauliflower and bicycle rubber Pi, made in the shape of a Yamaha FG 200 guitar.
dangerous person wrote:
It's a lovely guitar. Hmmmmm...... I wonder if Bret has a special name for it (my daughter's 1st cello used to be called Princess Lucy; now that she is old and wise at 9 and a half years old, I don't know what her new cello is called, must ask her tonight).
Oh, that's an interesting thought. I like that idea. If Bret does have a name for it, I have little doubt that it is something manifestly silly and whimsical. And that I'd chortle for hours at it.
I played the cello when I was a wee one, too. A tiny cello for a tiny turnip. I didn't have a name for it, except for maybe "That Sodding Instrument". I love the cello now, but holy cow, did I hate practising. Do you have to crack the whip to get your daughter to put her half-hour in?
[...]that lubricious little red tongue on the headstock.
I love that turn of phrase!
Aww, thanks. But it IS
a very sexy guitar isn't it? I just love watching Bret play it. And every time it flaunts that little red strip at me, it forces me to think lascivious, sweaty, depraved thoughts. That guitar is a total slut
, I am telling you.