It's an odd mix of excitement and sadness when one of my guitars leaves the warm cozy comfort of the shop and strikes out its own into the harsh world. You build up a relationship with each guitar -- an endearing, sometimes contentious familiarity with these funny little boxes of wood that you'll (hopefully) never see again. On the other hand, rent is due and I enjoy eating every day so sell sell sell!
Here's one of mine at the 12th Fret in Toronto....
And another at the Music Emporium outside of Boston...
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