This is precisely what I need to do. It should either push the lack of connection over the edge or solidify a bond.. Good call Schefman!!!
It's slowly been dawning on me that I need to get out of my own way.
Here's how I came to this idea:
I had gotten a Stripped 58 for my ad work, and thought, "This thing is the shizzle, so of course I need two." Why not be twice as happy, right? Purely emotional decision, though of course I rationalized it.
"Wait, I shouldn't get two of the exact same thing, so I'll order one with different fingerboard and pickups to cover slightly different territory."
Due to circumstances having nothing to do with intelligence or planning, I sold the Stripper before the SC58 came in. And I rationalized it, "Well, I have the SC58 coming anyway."
Then the SC58 came in, and of course, it was indeed different. Meantime I already missed the Stripper and realized selling it was a foolish mistake, as I needed it for my work, which is why I got it in the first place! And here I was thinking of repeating that mistake!
Plus, I'd have lost my rear end - again (!) - selling something I'd barely had the opportunity to work with.
So this time I decided, "I am not going to screw myself over yet again." So I concentrated on the SC. I decided, "This is going to be my only guitar for a few weeks."
In fact, I cut tracks with it, and used it for everything I did in that period of time, from jazzy stuff clean to rock to whatever came in the door. I made it work. Got to know it. And of course, it's a phenomenal instrument, and I'm so glad I did this. I fell in love with it.
So I dunno. Remember when you had your very first guitar? And you played everything with it. It was so much fun.
Then, I don't know about you, but at some point I needed different guitars for different things, and after a while I became a "taste fairy" where every little thing had to be perfect for this or that. I finally realized, sure, it's great to have a few different brushes to paint with, and various colors to choose from, but it's still about the painter and not the brush. I somehow became aware that searching for perfection was a losing proposition.
So my final realization was that good music isn't made on perfect tools - it's made with imperfect tools that we adapt to our own creative needs.
And these imperfect tools include our own hands, that we have to train into becoming fingerboard acrobats in order to accomplish anything. One day a zillion years from now, creative communication will be transmitted solely via telepathy. But until then...
It's great to have awesome guitars like PRSes around, though. the adapting is a lot easier!
