double-necked guitar

I think I might be addicted to guitars.

I first saw the Shergold Double-neck guitar in the window of the music shop in Oxford in the late summer of 1979 and decided that I had to have it. I was labouring under the misapprehension that all that was standing between me and mastery of the instrument was the acquisition of the right instrument, and goodness knows it looked like the right instrument.

(I have disabused myself of this notion, but only after a lot of heartache and expense and entirely filling my living space with musical instruments)

So I saved up my pennies and bought it.

In fact it was heavy and unwieldy and impossible to get a case for (it suffered more abuse than any other Ridiculous Progressive Rock Guitar known to man, poor thing). And of course it looked precisely as silly as I thought it looked cool.

Such are the ways of addiction. (John)