greavsie and some very sad news
adly, there comes a time when all good things come to an end.That time is now - so I’m announcing the breakdown of my relationship.
Yes, my dream of playing the acoustic guitar is over.
It’s a bitter blow to be honest, much like falling in love with your childhood sweetheart and then discovering, many years later, they'd only married you because they wanted financial security. That said, I feel I need to face up to and even admit my part in the downfall.
So here is our story from the week after we met on ebay -
The speed of the early romance between myself and the guitar indicated that we were destined for great things: I would eagerly rush home from work and she would be waiting for me in her special place - the stand in the corner of the front room. The routine was always the same, I would admire her from a distance before eventually approaching and gently caressing her curves. I would then take her onto my knee and we would make some wonderfully rich, impromptu chords.
We developed a closeness very quickly and I promised her that I would learn how to deepen our connection by playing her properly. I bought a cd to learn some new positions for my fingers and soon the sound of chord changes could be heard ringing throughout the house. I learnt how to pluck her slowly and then quickly, my eagerness always being betrayed by the odd bum note but I didn’t care! We were making sweet music.
Our relationship began to blossom - I even started showing her to friends and began talking about her to others. A couple of times some friends even wanted to play her but I always rejected that and told them that they needed to play with their own. Yes, I was protective and I didn’t want someone else using her but I think that was only reasonable.
Time ticked by and we became settled in our relationship. It was now that I started taking her at different times of the day. We would attempt various progressions together in different locations: the bedroom, the garden, the kitchen and a friend’s house. We even managed it in front of strangers! The result was always the same – an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and a desire for more.
It seemed that we had a perfect match but then one day, and quite suddenly, something happened. I hadn’t received any warning of impending problems but it was obvious she had an issue as her key had altered and there was nothing I could do to change it. It was as if there was something else. I wondered if it was me, I began to try harder thinking that I’d started to take her for granted. We moved onto even more adventurous things in an effort to reignite our relationship but the more we tried the less we sounded like the couple on the cd. I began to feel confused and sought solace in late night TV programmes on guitar playing.
Eventually she was going out of tune more regularly and it was as if there was nothing I could do anymore. It seemed that her strings couldn’t cope with the demands I was making on her. It was at this time that I began to feel that she was now being unreasonable, after all, she’d promised to keep me satisfied by us making sweet music together.
A friend told me that she would do this to me just as she would do to anyone that picked her up because, at the end of the day, she was cheap. He offered to take her off my hands but I riled at that idea and accused the friend of just saying that so that he could have her himself. He was someone who had multiple partners and would quite happily pluck any man’s guitar so I was going to have none of it. But those words stuck in my mind like a slow-release poison – ‘she was cheap’.
I attempted to leave the guitar alone for a while to see if she really wanted me but her mind appeared to be made up because every time we did get together, we’d end up fighting and I’d cut my fingers or she’d snap a string. I eventually asked my friend round to see if he could help. He took her and began to play with her, quite roughly I felt, his fingers began dancing all over her frets and he worked her into a frenzy with quick chord changes and hard plucking. I felt humiliated - she’d come alive in another man’s hands; a man who’d still call her cheap though.
My friend eventually took me to one side in another room and advised me, over a beer, to move on before I became too disheartened and never trusted another guitar again. Those were hard words to digest but eventually the guitar and I began a trial separation; she moved out of the front room and into the loft along with all the soft toys and the dinghy.
Sadly, it was probably the worst thing we could do. I only visited her on occasions and when I did I would pluck her crudely, trying to rekindle the passion but it was obvious that there was nothing between us anymore.
So it’s over, there won’t be any more sweet music between us.
I’ll need a bit of time alone now…..
It’s a bitter blow to be honest, much like falling in love with your childhood sweetheart and then discovering, many years later, they'd only married you because they wanted financial security. That said, I feel I need to face up to and even admit my part in the downfall.
So here is our story from the week after we met on ebay -
The speed of the early romance between myself and the guitar indicated that we were destined for great things: I would eagerly rush home from work and she would be waiting for me in her special place - the stand in the corner of the front room. The routine was always the same, I would admire her from a distance before eventually approaching and gently caressing her curves. I would then take her onto my knee and we would make some wonderfully rich, impromptu chords.
We developed a closeness very quickly and I promised her that I would learn how to deepen our connection by playing her properly. I bought a cd to learn some new positions for my fingers and soon the sound of chord changes could be heard ringing throughout the house. I learnt how to pluck her slowly and then quickly, my eagerness always being betrayed by the odd bum note but I didn’t care! We were making sweet music.
Our relationship began to blossom - I even started showing her to friends and began talking about her to others. A couple of times some friends even wanted to play her but I always rejected that and told them that they needed to play with their own. Yes, I was protective and I didn’t want someone else using her but I think that was only reasonable.
Time ticked by and we became settled in our relationship. It was now that I started taking her at different times of the day. We would attempt various progressions together in different locations: the bedroom, the garden, the kitchen and a friend’s house. We even managed it in front of strangers! The result was always the same – an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and a desire for more.
It seemed that we had a perfect match but then one day, and quite suddenly, something happened. I hadn’t received any warning of impending problems but it was obvious she had an issue as her key had altered and there was nothing I could do to change it. It was as if there was something else. I wondered if it was me, I began to try harder thinking that I’d started to take her for granted. We moved onto even more adventurous things in an effort to reignite our relationship but the more we tried the less we sounded like the couple on the cd. I began to feel confused and sought solace in late night TV programmes on guitar playing.
Eventually she was going out of tune more regularly and it was as if there was nothing I could do anymore. It seemed that her strings couldn’t cope with the demands I was making on her. It was at this time that I began to feel that she was now being unreasonable, after all, she’d promised to keep me satisfied by us making sweet music together.
A friend told me that she would do this to me just as she would do to anyone that picked her up because, at the end of the day, she was cheap. He offered to take her off my hands but I riled at that idea and accused the friend of just saying that so that he could have her himself. He was someone who had multiple partners and would quite happily pluck any man’s guitar so I was going to have none of it. But those words stuck in my mind like a slow-release poison – ‘she was cheap’.
I attempted to leave the guitar alone for a while to see if she really wanted me but her mind appeared to be made up because every time we did get together, we’d end up fighting and I’d cut my fingers or she’d snap a string. I eventually asked my friend round to see if he could help. He took her and began to play with her, quite roughly I felt, his fingers began dancing all over her frets and he worked her into a frenzy with quick chord changes and hard plucking. I felt humiliated - she’d come alive in another man’s hands; a man who’d still call her cheap though.
My friend eventually took me to one side in another room and advised me, over a beer, to move on before I became too disheartened and never trusted another guitar again. Those were hard words to digest but eventually the guitar and I began a trial separation; she moved out of the front room and into the loft along with all the soft toys and the dinghy.
Sadly, it was probably the worst thing we could do. I only visited her on occasions and when I did I would pluck her crudely, trying to rekindle the passion but it was obvious that there was nothing between us anymore.
So it’s over, there won’t be any more sweet music between us.
I’ll need a bit of time alone now…..
posted by greavsie at 7:41 PM
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