And apropos of nothing, as Sheryl Crow might say (if she'd actually written the lyrics to that song), I woke up the other morning from a lovely dream of shopping for both a new motorcycle and a new electric guitar. The motorcycle was, of course, red (and, oddly enough, a dirt bike), and the guitar was was a Fender Stratocaster. I'm not big on dirt bikes, but the Fender is definitely in the cards. I've been missing having a guitar since my old acoustic one split at the seams, and I think it's time to plug in. I'm tempted by the Mark Knopfler Strat, since he's one of my favorite guitarists, but this Standard Strat is nice too. What I'll probably wind up with is some kiddie guitar since my fingers are so short. Most of the standard necks are too wide for me to get them around. I should just get a banjo. I'm sort of toying with the idea of a bass, too, except when I was playing Matt's it was like strapping on the Mackinaw Bridge, it was so big. The thing was almost as tall as me. For a while, I was lusting after this Yamaha, but it's lost its appeal now, for some reason. Possibly having seen Susan Tedeschi strap on her Strat over her little black dress might have influenced me somewhat. Maybe.
Whaddya mean, mid-life crisis?
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