I Love My Guitar

No, not the piece of wood and metal, but what it allows me to do.
My guitar is a good friend. It explores with me. It takes me places I have not been. Revisits the places I enjoy.

But each time I glance at it, I smile. It is a comfort to me. Knowing what comes from it, how it frees a part of me that normally lives inside.

People that bring out parts of your personality, revel in it with you...Best friends, right?
Well, this qualifies, even though it is an inanimate piece of stuff, a tool.

Friends sit with me, do for me, want to spend time in my company without a second thought.
I haven't heard my guitar wondering what it was going to do for the next few years. It seems content to hang out.

It also challenges me in ways most people will not. It is work to push people in the right direction. Be a motivator for someones betterment. And what's funny is I think it is me criticizing and critiquing.
It ain't easy.

I do for it as well. I bought it new springs and a steel tremolo block from Callaham.
Raw Vintage Springs
Callaham Trem Block

And then the big switcheroo.
The almost too good to be true Villex passive mid boost.

It does not have a name yet. And I don't know why. Most of my guitars get named fairly quickly. There is usually just some aspect that stands out and makes naming easy.
This one seems to be, "Pal."
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Being sick throws everyone off, but for a musician or someone that breathes music, having a clogged ear is a nightmare.
I wonder what illness throws a carpenter?