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It’s tough, I realize.

Coming back to it after having been gone for so long.  I haven’t grown calloused; I’ve gone soft.

And in fact, I now realize…I wasted some good cash money on that old (new) guitar.  If I recall correctly, my Martin was around $600.  Mom and I split it, so that was a good $300 on my part (who knows if I ever properly paid her back!)  And I’m rarely found with more than 2 Bens at a time. 

I spent a good 30 mins or so playing a buddy’s dad’s old guitar, worth $40 or less currently.  A small yamaha with nylon strings.  Glossy, nothing special.  None of this rosewood and spruce nonsense (though they smell glorious).

I think it’s the strings and my general deafness to tone and timbre.  (I thought I could hear the difference at one time; that’s why I got a Martin rather than a Taylor, because I could FEEL the Martin’s timbre but only hear the clarity of Taylor’s notes).

Nylon feels like feathers, waterbeds, baby cheeks, and rabbit fur compared to steel strings.

….and now that I realize that for $560 less I could be just as fine with life…

I decided to pull out the ol’ Martin geetar from under my bed (er, next to my bed, wedged between the wall and the window).  It’s time to take him for a very long spin. Jon Chau has always been a great inspiration to me, among many other guitar-playing friends with similar last names. It’s time to rebuild those calluses…  it has been too long, so they’re pretty gone.  My fingers are ridiculously sore now; it hurts to type. ** I’m making pancakes right now.  Or, more accurately, ホットケーキ。 I love breakfast, anytime, anyplace.