Wednesday, October 2, 2013
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The Guitar Shop.
I took my time in that dimly lit guitar shop. I had taken a friend with me to sort of look over the acoustic guitars and possibly purchase one that day. I was taken back by the smell of the shop. Its kinda like the smell I remember from being a child and opening that plastic case to a new action figure. That, mixed with the smell of fresh wood and steel. I glanced around at all the electric guitars stood up by stands on the floor and hanging from racks in the air. I slowly walked to the right while taking it all in and making my way to the next room.
The light became brighter in the acoustic room. At least it appeared that way. The smell became sweet and earthy like a rare insence from a hippie shop. The shapes and colors of acoustics changed so slowly as I made my way around the room, that I could hardly tell unless I looked back at where I started. Or found a unique reference guitar. I saw and heard a few people sitting down trying out different acoustics. Not really playing anything specific that I could pick out, but the sound was blending into a range of humming and twanging that filled the room. I can't remember the first guitar I picked up that day. But I remember the last. It was an acoustic electric Martin with a built in fishman tunner. It had a lightly finished all spruce face with no pick guard. A rose wood neck that was cut perfectly flat on the top so if you looked down at it you could see each slat of wood that made it up. The place where the neck curves and meets the body in the back looked like the pattern you see from a fresh cut peice of salmon. A high finish was used on the back and sides of the body that was a light and dark brown mix in a streak pattern. It reminded me of a brown recluse spider for some reason. It smelled almost minty. I was so lost in the guitar and the atmospher that I forgot about everything. I sort of became sucked into it. My friends voice woke me from the trance.
I didn't buy the guitar that day. It was all I could think about for the next week or two. I couldn't wait to go back and buy it. And I am glad I did.
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Good description of the dimly lit room and the smell. I know that humid wood smell that you speak of. I like how you related the guitar to a cut of salmon. It made me see the wood grain. I love my washburn acoustic electric but would probably hate it after playing a Taylor or Martin. Nice job.
ReplyDeleteI wish you could have posted a picture! The last guitar you picked up sounded beautiful. I knew the topic exactly in the first paragraph. (Its kinda like the smell I remember from being a child and opening that plastic case to a new action figure. The smell became sweet and earthy like a rare incense from a hippie shop.) These two sentences were my favorite and I thought they were the most descriptive. I would say (kind of) instead of kinda in the second sentence. Here are some more spelling errors I found-(atmospher)(insence)(peice) Awesome job!
ReplyDeleteThis painted a perfect picture of what the guitar must have looked like, you described it so well. There were a few typos, but there was nothing major wrong with it. Great job!
ReplyDeleteI really liked the sentance, "I was so lost in the guitar and the atmospher that I forgot about everything. I sort of became sucked into it. My friends voice woke me from the trance." Great Descriptions, only few typo's, good essay.
ReplyDeleteYour descriptions make you see it in your mind. You can invision that guitar. Your story is really fun to read!
ReplyDeleteCan really see the guitar and the store in my head. Just a couple spelling errors, and I would have liked to read about the day you did buy it. Good job over all though I would say
ReplyDeleteI think you did a great job describing the guitar and the shop. I could put myself in your shoes. I especially liked comparison to a fresh cut piece of salmon. I did get a little shiver down my spine when you mentioned the brown recluse because I have been bitten by one before...not fun.
ReplyDeleteI liked how you related the smell of the shop to a newly opened toy. I also liked how you described the final guitar you picked up, but i wish you wouldve maybe shred a picture of that kind of guitar so we could understand what parts you were describing. Other than that great job!
ReplyDeleteLove the description of the shop. Good relation between shop and new toys, makes a person think and feel like part of the story. Good job looking forward to reading more.
ReplyDeleteNice description,fresh cut piece of salmon was a great line. I liked how you involved all the senses in your description. There were a couple minor spelling errors but other than that a nice job. was taken back by the smell of the shop. Its kinda like the smell I remember from being a child and opening that plastic case to a new action figure. I can relate and I think a lot of people will be able to as well.
ReplyDeleteNice description of the shop using scent as well as sight, I could picture it in my mind. Very detailed description of the actual guitar, but I still couldn't picture it because I don't know the terms for each part. I think you could have elaborated on the feeling of anticipation at the end maybe drawing out the paragraph a little. Overall, a very nice read!
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