Post by dunkelfalke on Feb 24, 2006 15:06:11 GMT -5
First of all a warning. The following text contains a lot of soul vomit aka random ranting about life with all according self-pityness. If you don't like such things, please stop reading now!
It has begun back then when I thought that I have found the love of my life. At that time I was absolutely sure that i was too stupid to ever play a musical instrument. She was a cute girl, a full contact karate fan, with a very fascinating personality, in a way. And later I have found that she has only toyed with me - and that knowledge was her birthday present for me. I was shattered by it.
A couple of weeks later a pal of mine - maybe my best friend - has invited me to his home for chatting or so. He had an electric guitar, the cheapest LP copy you can imagine. I was fascinated. Three days later, after a lot of thought I have ordered my first electric guitar - the cheapest Strat copy you can imagine. As I found out much much later it had even steel shavings of the pole pieces inside the pickups and you could get splinters into your fingers, so bad was the neck. But nevertheless I was determined to learn to play guitar or die trying, as the old joke goes.
I hated the guitar very soon and have bought another, an old japanese superstrat copy which also sucked and hummed a lot. Desparately searching information for making the guitar a bit better I have found guitar nuts where CheshireCat has helped me much (and earned a huge pile of my respect while doing it - and twice as much for voluntarily dealing with the stubborn person I am. Cat, I owe you a lot!).
This was exactly two years ago. Playing guitar has helped to beware my sanity and while I am ranting about the wrist pain while playing it is only half the truth. The second hals is that while playing is painful, it has helped to build up the strength of my wrists and with this it reduced the general pain. I still can remember those days when the pain was so intense that I wanted to scream all the time. I am much better now and I am sure the guitar was one of the reasons.
Time goes by and heals the pain of the wounded soul and as days and months went on I managed to build a nice Strat copy out of spare parts I found on ebay - a really nice dark cherry sunburst on tigerstripe, a great neck and some nice sounding Entwhistle-White single coils. I managed to becomme a much better guitarist than that friend of mine and nearly convinced him to start playing bass guitar. Some (much) time later there was a new woman in my life. She also was a guitarist, much better than me. The same time I have purchased a Hohner Revelation, my main guitar and modified it to my needs (active PUs, locking tuners, .10 roller nut).
That woman and me became engaged. She was looking forward living with me and playing my guitars. I wanted to give her my self made strat but her music preferences...
Well, I mostly listen to calm music. Think Pink Floyd, older Porcupine Tree, Marillion, Loreena McKennitt. She... well, she liked such music too, sometimes. But most times she preferred black and death metal (think In Flames, Cannibal Corpse). So I had to modify my Strat. I have sold the beautiful sounding single coils on ebay for almost nothing and put two really hot humbuckers in it. But the relationship between me and my ex-fiancee grow worse and worse and two months before the wedding I couldn't bear it any longer and left her, it was absolutely clear that if I didn't do it that day she would left me the day after anyway.
And again, guitars were an important part of keeping me sane. Later I felt in love again. This time the woman was definitely perfect for me. Never argued with her - never had a reason. Such thing has never happened to me before. The nicest, loveliest and most decent person you can imagine. A singer and a musician, too. She likes everything about me. I should be in heaven. But I am not, for a really stupid reason.
You see, she lives in Ukraine, and cannot get a visa to Germany - it is almost impossible to get one for a woman because the consuls are thinking that all ukrainian women want to become prostitutes in Germany. The only way for her to visit me is to marry me. But I cannot marry her - she has a child already and I am no way earning enough to support three people.
So, what does all that do with the Woman (or Wife, call it as you like) Acceptance Factor? The answer is easy. It is not impossible that there will be some time in the future when a woman will want and will be able to live with me. And the day she sais "I don't want to live in a house full of guitars" I'll answer "then don't".
Guitars have helped me healing wounds women have caused. And while I despise Charlton Heston for his attitude to other humans (even being kind of a gun nut myself) I can only say one thing:
you can pry my guitar from my cold, dead hands!
It has begun back then when I thought that I have found the love of my life. At that time I was absolutely sure that i was too stupid to ever play a musical instrument. She was a cute girl, a full contact karate fan, with a very fascinating personality, in a way. And later I have found that she has only toyed with me - and that knowledge was her birthday present for me. I was shattered by it.
A couple of weeks later a pal of mine - maybe my best friend - has invited me to his home for chatting or so. He had an electric guitar, the cheapest LP copy you can imagine. I was fascinated. Three days later, after a lot of thought I have ordered my first electric guitar - the cheapest Strat copy you can imagine. As I found out much much later it had even steel shavings of the pole pieces inside the pickups and you could get splinters into your fingers, so bad was the neck. But nevertheless I was determined to learn to play guitar or die trying, as the old joke goes.
I hated the guitar very soon and have bought another, an old japanese superstrat copy which also sucked and hummed a lot. Desparately searching information for making the guitar a bit better I have found guitar nuts where CheshireCat has helped me much (and earned a huge pile of my respect while doing it - and twice as much for voluntarily dealing with the stubborn person I am. Cat, I owe you a lot!).
This was exactly two years ago. Playing guitar has helped to beware my sanity and while I am ranting about the wrist pain while playing it is only half the truth. The second hals is that while playing is painful, it has helped to build up the strength of my wrists and with this it reduced the general pain. I still can remember those days when the pain was so intense that I wanted to scream all the time. I am much better now and I am sure the guitar was one of the reasons.
Time goes by and heals the pain of the wounded soul and as days and months went on I managed to build a nice Strat copy out of spare parts I found on ebay - a really nice dark cherry sunburst on tigerstripe, a great neck and some nice sounding Entwhistle-White single coils. I managed to becomme a much better guitarist than that friend of mine and nearly convinced him to start playing bass guitar. Some (much) time later there was a new woman in my life. She also was a guitarist, much better than me. The same time I have purchased a Hohner Revelation, my main guitar and modified it to my needs (active PUs, locking tuners, .10 roller nut).
That woman and me became engaged. She was looking forward living with me and playing my guitars. I wanted to give her my self made strat but her music preferences...
Well, I mostly listen to calm music. Think Pink Floyd, older Porcupine Tree, Marillion, Loreena McKennitt. She... well, she liked such music too, sometimes. But most times she preferred black and death metal (think In Flames, Cannibal Corpse). So I had to modify my Strat. I have sold the beautiful sounding single coils on ebay for almost nothing and put two really hot humbuckers in it. But the relationship between me and my ex-fiancee grow worse and worse and two months before the wedding I couldn't bear it any longer and left her, it was absolutely clear that if I didn't do it that day she would left me the day after anyway.
And again, guitars were an important part of keeping me sane. Later I felt in love again. This time the woman was definitely perfect for me. Never argued with her - never had a reason. Such thing has never happened to me before. The nicest, loveliest and most decent person you can imagine. A singer and a musician, too. She likes everything about me. I should be in heaven. But I am not, for a really stupid reason.
You see, she lives in Ukraine, and cannot get a visa to Germany - it is almost impossible to get one for a woman because the consuls are thinking that all ukrainian women want to become prostitutes in Germany. The only way for her to visit me is to marry me. But I cannot marry her - she has a child already and I am no way earning enough to support three people.
So, what does all that do with the Woman (or Wife, call it as you like) Acceptance Factor? The answer is easy. It is not impossible that there will be some time in the future when a woman will want and will be able to live with me. And the day she sais "I don't want to live in a house full of guitars" I'll answer "then don't".
Guitars have helped me healing wounds women have caused. And while I despise Charlton Heston for his attitude to other humans (even being kind of a gun nut myself) I can only say one thing:
you can pry my guitar from my cold, dead hands!
she just sits and smiles when I get angry as if to say, well don't look at me, buddy, I'm still the same as yesterday.
