Once upon a time, a decade or so ago, I used to play the acoustic guitar.
It was an offshoot from when I performed with a garage rock band in a fit of SAHM boredom (long story). I wanted to learn the guitar so I could write some original songs. That segued into me quitting the band and performing at care centers and community events.
Eventually, I decided that I didn’t really have time nor the inclination to seriously devote to performing. I sold my guitar for a fraction of its cost to my son. Occasionally, I missed playing but I had come to peace that my musical phase was over.
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Recently, my son was on the lookout for a new guitar. As I scoured the web on his behalf, I got bitten by the bug once again.
On impulse, I went to Guitar Center to look at their acoustic-electric inventory for myself. I preferred being able to try out a guitar in person anyway.
This time, I wanted a white guitar. White, I discovered, is a very niche color. There were a couple in the store and that was about it. I kept my expectations of finding an affordable white one low.
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When I saw the D’Angelico guitar in gloss white wash, it was love at first sight. It felt a little big for me, but I liked the heft. I was also a little out of practice holding a guitar. Oh, it was so pretty.
By day’s end, I walked out of the store, more like hurried out, in a drizzle, driving my car up as the salesman put my new guitar on my backseat.
I had also ordered a mini Spark amp in the color pearl, which I got today. It has me thinking it might be fun to get an electric guitar as well. A white one.
And so it starts…
Once I started playing my acoustic-electric, muscle memory took over. I realized I’d missed having music in my life so much. It has been great therapy for me. Instead of doom scrolling on social media, I play a few songs and the world is right again.
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Jewel Allen is an author, foodie and traveler based in Northern Utah. Check out her novels and her quick guides to writing and publishing fast for profit.
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