Got my haircut today - I needed two sets of strings and some gypsy picks, so I stop at Ring Music which is just around the corner from the barber. While I’m paying, I say “So, has anything interesting come through the store lately?” Next thing I know, I’m sitting there with one of these in my hands, and I like! It’s got a nice chunkachunka huckadoo for those big band gigs, and the solo notes have some very nice bite and project well. Could play rhythm or solo in a gypsy band with this. How’s that Carl Kress sound? Mmm, mmm, lovely, too bad it’s gonna cost - Holy Crap, it’s only $500? GET IT!
And now the devil and the angel are duking it out on my shoulders - ‘You gave those crappy shoes to GoodWill, you’re not allowed to have more guitars than pairs of shoes and right now, you’re even; the Chancelloress of the Exchequer will never tolerate this; you can’t get another guitar, you’re supposed to be packing right now; you will die slowly, painfully and horribly at the hands of your wife if you add so much as a paperback to what we already have to move!!!’ and the devil just hums ‘Limehouse Blues’ and ‘Nuages’ with a stripper’s grin on his face…
I made it out of the store empty-handed, but I have to admit it’s only because they didn’t have one of the ones with the pickup in it (yet). Stay tuned, it’s only day one of fighting the temptation.