So I performed on guitar last night to accompany Dan’s reading at Superfine in dumbo. It was fun to do something slightly, remotely jazz-like. I haven’t done anything like that in perhaps three years, it’s funny that I miss it. I’ll have to look into doing more jazz-oriented stuff, because I’m only now realizing how much I’ve lost.
Before we started playing, I noticed a line on the side of my guitar. Then I felt it, it’s a crack. I don’t use a humidifier. There you are. So today I had decided that I would take the instrument out to get repaired, and I wanted to make sure that was the only crack. I was satisfied, and then I noticed another, more significant, crack on the front of the body.
After having dropped the guitar in the first month I owned it (which resulted in splintering and all sorts of excitement), I am not all that concerned about these cracks, but it’s a bit frustrating more than anything else to not have it for who knows how long. And I also just put new strings on it. And I hadn’t broken them yet.
It’s the little things.