My da overheard me saying I'd like to learn to play guitar. On Christmas day,
he presented me with a shitty old black electric guitar with a little amp
speaker built-in (but it's broken and dented in), and the busted off battery
case cover digs into my leg when I try to play it. It's always out of tune
because the strings are crappy and the strap-peg-things are all busted so you
have to tie the strap onto it.
I named her Gabrielle (pronounced "Gay-breel", don't you fuck her name up)
and I love her better than any other geetar.
My da has a lovely guitar, but I don't know what it is. I'll have pictures of
Gabrielle, da's geetar, our amps, 12-foot-pedals-built-into-one and our
Super-Vox-Voice-Box Machine (it has a billion and one voices, and I've
never heard all of them).
My bestfriend has a sweet acousitc geetar that makes a real pretty sound.