Left to right: Yamaha 12-string bought for me by my ol' Dad during some difficult times. I subsequently gave it to my nephew because my shoulder couldn't well accommodate the much wider body (i.e. she hurt too much to play but sounded so, so good so I did it anyway as long as I could).
The Strat I had played all the way up until the bike crash. She went to a hustle in Guitar Center because I was not familiar with simply replacing the neck on a guitar (i.e. the neck had warped while I had been down so long, all smashed-up, and I was not aware of the best way to fix it. The advice I got was not exactly the top shelf variety)
Yes, that is a 12-string Stratocaster and you will never imagine how cool the sound, you have to play one. After a while I sold her to hexx triskaidekaphobia, my friend in the Netherlands, because she wanted the girl and I was ready to move along because, in my view, a 12-string guitar is like a high-maintenance girlfriend; it may work out for a while but it won't be long.
The Ibanez bass on the right is the only one which is here today and that's not a tragedy but evolution. In time I discovered the Godin xtSA is the finest guitar I will ever be likely to find and I did also previously own a Les Paul Custom (i.e. Black Beauty in nature). The Godin has the best scale on the fingerboard for my own needs, she has built-in synth access, and the ebony fingerboard is maybe like a date with Aretha. R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Oh, yah. I love these guitars.
You see the cheap-ass futon in the background ... and all the luxy guitars in the foreground. All I say is a man has to know his priorities (larfs).
Note: that futon is the only 'couch' I ever owned in Rhode Island. I often slept on it until I broke it and then I bolted it back together again ... and kept on using it. Priorities, by jingo (larfs some more).
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