The Journey

well i started out long time ago, holding on to a slab of wood in the shape of a trident. how old was i? ahh... about 12 years old then. when i got the first solid body baby, i was about 15... hmm that seems kinda far away.. still remember the lake placid blue and one small flaw in it - the E string will always get tangled up at the edge of the fingerboard if you strung too hard.

i remember having lots of complaints about it - doesnt sound right, doesnt feel right and heck it just seems so common. i mean, which guy out there doesnt have an electric guit that looks like mine. and it wasnt an original strat to start with. so after a long consideration, i sold it and acquired something more exotic. les paul to be exact, and for a moment in history, i was in love with it.

as people grow, they change. so do i and when an opportunity arises for me, i've decided to get something for good - the tele. well it still pains me everytime i think of the lost now. she's really like the elegant lady who struts across in tremendous fashion and sings to you like nothing you've heard before.

but is she something for me? perhaps when she was taken away, there's a greater lesson to be taught - that something so grand may not be something which is suitable. it's like a ferrari. good to see, nice to play with, red. but i'll never get it, even if i've the money. HAHA.

you know i've heard many people say. at the end of the day, nothing beats the good ol strat. i used to think that it was just a stereotype. what possibly can a strat do. MAN i've owned one before. lake placid blue. rosewood neck. strings get stuck when you strung too hard. but i guess sometimes things just happened in a humorous way.

now that i've decided to get one at the end of the day just proved to myself that sometimes the best things are always around. you just need to know how to appreciate them.