Some times when I get new gear I feel real good. Others it's a little bittersweet. I bought a bass guitar from my friend ______ today. _______ is one of the most natural guitar players I've ever seen. He plays as if the guitar were an extension of his arm and hand. He also has a wicked addiction. Not the kind where you do shit and in a few years you come out of it. ______ is a full blown lifelong junkie. He's the greatest guy in the world, gentle as a lamb, but that itch gets him and his skin starts to crawl and there's no stopping it. Over the years I have bought many pieces of gear from ______. Not shit, but vintage tone monsters. Fender amps, Gibson guitars, most recently a 1948 Richenbacher (that's right CH not CK before they changed the spelling) lap steel. I saw David Gilmore play "that great gig in the sky" with one the other night. I saw one once on EBAY listed for 1800 dollars. ______ sold it to me for 200.00. Well today ______needed to give the pawnshop $ so I am going to buy it so it is not lost. It is a very wierd Ibanez hollowbody. I love hollow basses. They have a fat round warm tone. This one we used on the Storch's CD for the bass on "Roll away the stone". Anyway _____ looses another guitar, addiction wins, and so do I. I sort of feel like a whore. This is a picture of the lap steel. It was ______ grandfather's guitar. How fucked is that.
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