The other day I had a Guitar Panic Attack.
My wife, who usually keeps me on a level keel, is visiting the kids out of town. I couldn't go because I've been working in the studio all week. But being alone for days can make a person a little crazy (I sometimes work around the clock).
Suddenly for some reason the idea exploded in my brain that I needed to "make room" for a guitar I have coming in a few weeks. And I got all worked up.
I was all set to sell The Mighty Sig.
Honest.
But then a redemptive thought somehow crept into my head: "Why on earth do I think I need to do this?" And of course I couldn't really say. It makes no sense! The guitar is fantastic.
So I said no. Relax. There isn't a reason to go crazy. Settle down.
And I played the guitar on a project today, and yeah, it was wonderful. I'm so glad!
Sometimes you don't appreciate how much you like what you've got until you contemplate life without it!
My wife, who usually keeps me on a level keel, is visiting the kids out of town. I couldn't go because I've been working in the studio all week. But being alone for days can make a person a little crazy (I sometimes work around the clock).
Suddenly for some reason the idea exploded in my brain that I needed to "make room" for a guitar I have coming in a few weeks. And I got all worked up.
I was all set to sell The Mighty Sig.
Honest.
But then a redemptive thought somehow crept into my head: "Why on earth do I think I need to do this?" And of course I couldn't really say. It makes no sense! The guitar is fantastic.
So I said no. Relax. There isn't a reason to go crazy. Settle down.
And I played the guitar on a project today, and yeah, it was wonderful. I'm so glad!
Sometimes you don't appreciate how much you like what you've got until you contemplate life without it!