Spam (madbodger) wrote,

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Dreams of being a real guitarist

I dreamed I was hanging out with a somewhat clueless acquaintance, who had just bought a "guitar". It wasn't actually a guitar, however. It amused me, so I called up my guitarist friend merde to tell her about it. It was actually a five string bass, with the fifth string tuning key partway up the neck, like some banjos. It was of so-so build quality, the neck was sort of like a Clark, but the hollow body was more like a Yamaha. That's when merde told me "whether you play or not, you're a real guitarist inside. Believe me, I can tell."

In the dream, I did play it some, doing some easy Don Dixon riffs and stuff.


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