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Little Bear
I've officially learned the basics of playing guitar, courtesy of my father. We disagree on plenty (he is Catholic; I am queer), but our music tastes are much the same. And other than my left thumb hurting from the neck of my practice guitar, a loaner Taylor from him, I'm liking it.
He's a guitar collector. Not in the sense one might think, however: all of his guitars are played extremely often. All except, as I discovered today, a fifty-year-old Ventura guitar from his own childhood which is sitting in the center slot of the guitar rack in our family room. This thing has what I'm pretty sure is actual gold and possibly mother-of-pearl hardware (all of it looks custom), and the neck is extra wide, fitting my oddly shaped thumb perfectly.
I just emailed him. He says it once belonged to a friend of his, then his brother had it and it went untouched for what I assume to be at least twenty years. My dad repaired it, leaving only a few little dings on the neck. He'll be tuning it in a few hours so I can give it a try.
So here's the thing: I'm pretty sure this guitar just ... claimed me? Not sure what I'm supposed to do now except try to deal with it, because I was raised Catholic and don't have the experience yet to figure out what's happening. The guitar's name, it feels like, is Little Bear. What happens next, universe? It feels weird still, like a buzz of energy that's making it hard to focus my eyes on anything much. I can't walk past Little Bear without wanting to grab it (him?) and just play forever. I have the willpower to resist for now, especially since Little Bear's still out of tune. My dad's pretty much offered me a guitar continually for the past ten years. But I'm not sure what is happening still.
Weird note of possible relevance: I'm pretty sure Little Bear's original owner was the first one to peg me as not-Catholic and brought numerous Pagan symbols to my parents' house under the guise of gifts. I'm still the only one who knows the symbology behind them. Furthermore, she may be coming over in approximately 24 hours for a party my dad's been planning for months, all depending on whether she gets a ride. Coincidence that I saw Little Bear today, for the first time, despite the guitar rack being right outside my room?
He's a guitar collector. Not in the sense one might think, however: all of his guitars are played extremely often. All except, as I discovered today, a fifty-year-old Ventura guitar from his own childhood which is sitting in the center slot of the guitar rack in our family room. This thing has what I'm pretty sure is actual gold and possibly mother-of-pearl hardware (all of it looks custom), and the neck is extra wide, fitting my oddly shaped thumb perfectly.
I just emailed him. He says it once belonged to a friend of his, then his brother had it and it went untouched for what I assume to be at least twenty years. My dad repaired it, leaving only a few little dings on the neck. He'll be tuning it in a few hours so I can give it a try.
So here's the thing: I'm pretty sure this guitar just ... claimed me? Not sure what I'm supposed to do now except try to deal with it, because I was raised Catholic and don't have the experience yet to figure out what's happening. The guitar's name, it feels like, is Little Bear. What happens next, universe? It feels weird still, like a buzz of energy that's making it hard to focus my eyes on anything much. I can't walk past Little Bear without wanting to grab it (him?) and just play forever. I have the willpower to resist for now, especially since Little Bear's still out of tune. My dad's pretty much offered me a guitar continually for the past ten years. But I'm not sure what is happening still.
Weird note of possible relevance: I'm pretty sure Little Bear's original owner was the first one to peg me as not-Catholic and brought numerous Pagan symbols to my parents' house under the guise of gifts. I'm still the only one who knows the symbology behind them. Furthermore, she may be coming over in approximately 24 hours for a party my dad's been planning for months, all depending on whether she gets a ride. Coincidence that I saw Little Bear today, for the first time, despite the guitar rack being right outside my room?