I really didn't need another GEE-TAARR although I wouldn't say no to a hollow-body.
It ain't what this GEE-TAARR is but what it shows. That my wife again saw in me what she saw a few years ago. And saw how important it is to spend time with the Puppy on my lap playing GEE-TAARR together. And noticed that I'd spent a long, sleepless night doing what I said so that the Puppy would be happy. And so she started searching and found a Les. She don't know the corporate history and politics and frankly I don't care much about all of that either. She, knowing absofuckinglutely nothing about guitars, found a "Les". And she got it for me (and for my Puppy). Made me go on a scavenger hunt for it but she got it, and now I got it.
So I have a powder blue "Les" to go along with my ghey purple BizzaRich. I really like the Ibanez (been trying to learn some basic Wooten stuff) but this is now my favourite.
If only she'd be willing to let me take the family up in a small plane. Or find the goddamned reeds & seats for the bagpipes. And if only I hadn't fucked up her gift. Again.
"NO WAMMY BAAA," the Puppy noted. "PAPA PUPPY PYAY BYOO GEE-TAARR." And we will. Don't feel too badly for the BizzaRich; it ain't gonna be collectin' dust. The Puppy seems to think she's inherited the thing now that Papa has a different GEE-TAAA. "PUPPY PYAY PURPLE GEE-TAARR!" After she bangs out her version of the Elmo Song on the concert grand piano, throwing back her head to get that high note at the end out.
Life's pretty fucking good.
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