I wonder if I should wait for the wife to get here --but maybe I wont. In the mean time, I wanted to share a few words:
Almost ten years ago, I walked into a big guitar store and placed an order... the guy wrote down all the specs (color, pus, neck profile, you name it!). A few weeks later or so, I get a call to pick up my new axe. My schedule was slammed, and my roommate at the time volunteered to go and pick it up. I was so disappointed, furious, and confused, when my buddy shows up with the wrong neck/color combination --that was like of the whole purpose of the order!
But that moment disappeared very quickly. When he said trust me: you are going to like this one better, he wasn't kidding. The neck was like picking up part of your soul, and it played ... oh! and the sounds, jamming moans of pure bliss. Don't know how I got so lucky. Up to this day, the truth is uncertain as to if he just picked up another guitar off the pile or if the store really messed up the order, big time. I had gone to the same place multiple times before to try out a few models, and I don't recall that particular one being on display, but that's old news now. Although, probably one of the main reasons why I wanted to give another dealer a try. Maybe this most recent transaction made me feel more intimate, special, or taken care of like a real person. But this might not be the right place or time for this, so moving on.
The point was, that after so many years, my beloved CU22 was that love affair that happen by a fluke, a sweet one --but always wandering in the back of my head what that other one could have been. Well today, I really hope this feeling is over. After months of debating, searching, researching, and searching again, I think I found what I was looking for.
Saw it, wanted it, bought it.
