Does This Guitar Make My Ass Look Big?

Okay, first a correction - contrary to what I had printed in the previous piece, the guitar is a true semi hollow body with a block running down the center third of the guitar - and I suspect the block is solid...from tailstrap button to headstock.

And then there's this...
"So I have a new tool. Why does this one fit better, feel better, make me play a bit better?

I guess a carpenter may have a favorite awl with which he can get a better line. I don't worship my tools, but I am regaining a sense of attachment for the tools that make me a better craftsman."

In a fit of clarity, I saw the truth of the words. This tool fits my hand better. Fits my body better. These are aspects that draw me to a guitar and tell me that this is the one. 

But, how does it sound you ask. Sounds? I sound like me. I have my own voice. A sax player on a six stringed wooden approximation.

So it is not the pickups nor the pots and capacitor inside that make a guitar mine.

It certainly is not the looks; I am not enamored of the top...maybe later that will enter the picture. The shape is, I don't know..."stylized." It doesn't look quite real.


There I was sitting, watching television when I perched the bottom of the guitar on my knee and I held the neck canted about forty five degrees vertical.

It fits me. 
This just sits against my body in the most perfect way, whether I am standing or seated. Even if I am not striking a classical pose - the guitar fits. 
And the neck? It is glass. Fender necks are coated and glossy, but this neck is different in that the frets seem to be one with the fretboard.
Running my finger up and down the neck feels like a memory of skipping along a wet street. When the street and the sky and six year old e were one. Every move was poetry...even if the truth was "slightly" different, that's the way it felt.


Waxing poetic? Yeah, I guess so.
I haven't felt like this since I was 16 and cradling my new Stratocaster. Then, the aesthetics were important, now they aren't. Then, fit had nothing to do with it, now it is everything.


What did the ad say? "Like an old pair of jeans..."
This guitar fits.