Casi1
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Welcome to the disease. You've contracted it well. It's an illness with benefits!
Yes. Welcome.
Don’t worry about spreading the disease to us. We already have it.
You are in a safe place.
Welcome to the disease. You've contracted it well. It's an illness with benefits!
I'm down to 70 guitars. There is no such thing as too many guitars!
My name is Matt. I am a PRSi addict. Formerly just a guitar addict. But now with a deeper addiction. Haha.
Yes. Welcome.
Don’t worry about spreading the disease to us. We already have it.
You are in a safe place.
Yes. Welcome.
Don’t worry about spreading the disease to us. We already have it.
You are in a safe place.
that reminds me of a song 99 bottles of beer on the wall 99 bottles of beer, take one down pass it around. 98 Mahogany guitars on the wall, 98 Mahogany guitars on the wall, take one down pass it around, 97 Mahogany guitars on the wall.
.remember guys silence is permission, the struggle is real...
oh holy smokes, your right, I missed a variable.Of course it's not enough! You don't have a Santana yet!
Picked mine up in the late 1990s, I think. Dang, I can't remember. The B-15 model, IIRC, made from Cherry. It was an inexpensive yet nicely playing guitar made in Canada (where I lived at the time). I bought the non-pickup version, but I have since had a pickup installed.I wouldn’t have bet on someone else here having a Norman. I bought mine before PRS existed.
Look at the bright side...at least you've settled on your drug of choice...so there's that...
Up until 2015, I was just a guitar player. I needed a guitar to make music & gig. The important thing was the music. The guitar is just a tool. I was never that interested in the tools.
FINALLY!!! The voice of reason has arrived.People have multiple guitars?
That’s just silly.
I once suffered from the same disease - Sanity. I liked (and played) music, and gear wasn’t all that interesting. It’s true; the disease interfered with my ability to get my priorities straight!
Then I discovered the cure for sanity: knowledge.
It’s true. You glom onto some piece of information about something you’re only mildly curious about, and before you know it, you’re a full-blown Thing Freak. You’re into that thing. You drill down deep. You get spendy.
And your innocent sanity disease? Gone like yesterday.
Oh sure, lots of folks will tell you that sanity is not a mental illness, but we thing freaks know better. The more you know about your thing, the less you suffer from sanity.
Hey get a roomLes...you complete me...
I once suffered from the same disease - Sanity. I liked (and played) music, and gear wasn’t all that interesting. It’s true; the disease interfered with my ability to get my priorities straight!
Then I discovered the cure for sanity: knowledge.
It’s true. You glom onto some piece of information about something you’re only mildly curious about, and before you know it, you’re a full-blown Thing Freak. You’re into that thing. You drill down deep. You get spendy.
And your innocent sanity disease? Gone like yesterday.
Oh sure, lots of folks will tell you that sanity is not a mental illness, but we thing freaks know better. The more you know about your thing, the less you suffer from sanity.
May I quote you (in times of spend-sanction) ?