God help me, I’ve ruined her life.
I was just trying to be helpful, so I told her about Luna guitars, which are designed for women — smaller, lighter. The designs are also very pretty. (I have this one, although I assure you I didn’t pay anywhere near this price.)
The company was founded by a stained-glass artist whose mom was a bass session player. As her mother got older, she had trouble with older, heavier guitars. These guitars were the solution.
But anyway. My friend’s been practicing away, and I called her yesterday to see how it was going. She hesitated, and said, “It’s like an addiction. I find myself looking at guitars all the time now, I can’t stop thinking about them. I want more!”
Oh my God, I’ve infected her. Her life will now be one long miserable longing for that next guitar.
This Guitar Acquisition Virus is an actual thing, by the way. So much so, they even make T-shirts. (I saw one last week that said, “I woke up from a nightmare that I died, and my wife sold my guitars for what I told her I paid for them.”) And when I buy used guitars, the first thing I ask is why they’re selling. The invariable answer: “I bought a new one, and my wife said I couldn’t have it unless I promised to get rid of one.”