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Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by ]-[@n$0Ma☩!©, Mar 9, 2021.
So sorry to hear this. I hope things are looking up for you soon.
I believe that everything you say makes sense, your words, your thoughts are wise, I realize that I am not yet wise! or just haven't made it there In my life, maybe someday. your questions made me think and I tested to see if I could sell some and mmmm she still has all their place, come to think of the place, I still have a lot ...! to the great misfortune of my so sweet and very understandable wife, thank you darling!
more seriously if I come one day to do a purge I will choose the one that emotionally gives me nothing, not yet arrived this day!
guitars are tools. some are used frequently like my favorite 8-inch #2 Phillips-head screwdriver. others are necessary, albeit rarely used, like that wacky basin wrench. some are just shields hanging in the armory because i might need them some day... and they look hella cool. as i rapidly approach the RV phase i keep asking myself how many of them i'll really need, and i keep coming up with "all of them because i'm not done using them"
You sound a bit like my father. When he retired, he called me and my brother-in-law and told us to come up the house and pick what tools we wanted because he was "getting rid of a bunch of this junk". My wife said to get stuff to put together a toolbox for my son, and that there were a couple things she could use. Got it.
We got to the house, went down to the basement. My dad said, "Pick what you want." I said, "What can we pick from?" He said, "All of it." So I looked around, found a Dremel or something, and said, "What about this?" "No, I'm gonna keep that." My brother-in-law found something - "Nope, I still use that." After about five minutes of this, I said "Really, what can we pick from?" He said, "All of it." I said, "I don't think that means what you think it means." He still has about 90% of that stuff - 20 years later. I'm trying to convince him to donate it to a charity.
My father-in-law was just as bad. When he died, we found tons of duplicate tools, a bunch unopened. I asked my mother-in-law why he bought so many duplicates - "So he could have a set in the garage, a set at the work desk, a set on the work bench. And some he just didn't know he had."
Sell, sell, sell while market is hot
and buy a new guitar just because
The right guitar will always find the buyer. I have a core group of guitars that I've had for years, and I can't imagine selling. Some of the Johnny-come-lately guitars could fall on the chopping block at any given moment.
Convinced me? It was my wife that needed the convincing...
So I had convinced myself to part with a couple guitars, particularly an acoustic which was, by far, the most I've paid for a guitar. (From what I've seen it's worth a fair bit more than I paid for it now). It's a spectacular guitar, I just figured I would be fine with my more modest acoustic. But I played it, and dang, I'd forgotten how good it is.
So now I'm thinking maybe I should keep it, the PRS Mira, and sell everything else. I don't think any of the others have quite the demand nor value, though.
I could sell my tenor sax, as I haven't played it in a long time and it's now worth quite a bit. But I've never been able to convince myself to part with it. Blowing into it was my main life focus for a few years.
I convinced my parents to let me sell my alto sax for my first guitar when I was 16. Best decision ever!
And here I thought you were going to sell a guitar to get a year's worth of tires for the Nurburgring.
I think you have a bunch stuff that isn’t that common. I don’t think the more rare guitars will lose value. If you actually have some that are “run of the mill”, maybe those are the ones that don’t hold. You have a bunch of rare guitars though.
Always buy, never sell. WTF you guys?
No tihs. When it’s time to downsize, I’ll call the boys, rent them a U-Haul, and sent stuff home with them. Or, I’ll rent them the house, leave the contents, and not worry about anything. Plus, I can visit my stuff whenever.
I tried something similar, and even earlier wanted guitar lessons but was told no. Maybe my dad didn't want me touching his guitars. But I showed promise somehow, so the school loaned me a clarinet, and I went from there. Still didn't get lessons until college.
Ah, the life that could have been. I got to learn a lot of groovy jazz lingo and hang with the jazz cats and hip-chicks for a while, though.
But, will you wall hang the guitars in the RV?
I’ll worry about this problem if I live long enough to retire! You guys are getting ahead of yourselves! lol