I’ve started giving guitar lessons in our little local library. It’s a small group setting and my community service vibe is totally on. In a weird way, I’ve developed a tiny clinical-type voice in the back of my head. I guess talking about all the basic details of something that’s been so close to me for so long has me thinking a little differently. It’s like parenting burgeoning rock and rollers or something.

Of course, seeing the passage of time and realizing that some of my instruments are legimately vintage (not in the ebay “I bought this used so it’s vintage” sense, but actually 25 plus years old). I am actually impressed with the great shape most of my instruments are in considering the time I’ve owned and cared for them, but the little in-case humidifiers and things I occasionally use are not what I imagine many years ago.

Those were the days when I saw the classic Van Halen story about having M&Ms with all the browns removed on their rider. Such rock and roll eccentricities prompted my to imagine a demand for an R.L. Stine title at each gig or something equally ludicrous. In that same mindset I imagined a larger than life (Rosemary Caine fans can chuckle) humidor of sorts with large double doors, opening on a cedar lined, temperature controlled room lined with the classic guitars in my collection.

Ahhh… there’s still time, right?