I was sleeping through the cold snap the other morning when
I kept on hearing these thumping noises coming from different parts of the
house. Even the upstairs, and the staircase itself, seemed to be alive with
strange thumping sounds, as if small objects of furniture were being moved
about. “Hell,” I thought sleepily, “It can’t be much- maybe the wind.” With
that in mind I rolled over and went back to my morning nap.
A little while later I awoke to the sounds of tickling
laughter, which; I soon realized; was coming from the “music room” and I even
detected a melody to the cacophony of sound emanating from that location.
Thinking back to the time I caught two of my guitars
“nesting” in that same room, I fully expected that the two were at it again.
But I wasn't prepared for what was in store when I entered the room! I wanted
to laugh but realized that that would only encourage them to further antics, so
I went in stern-faced. That is, I walked in backwards so as to give them some
privacy. That’s a joke. “Stern-faced” and a ship- see what I did there?
Anyway, during the early morning hours when the temperature
dropped a bit upstairs, the Washburn got cold and lonely; which explains the
movement I heard from upstairs; and come down to visit with the Yamaha, drawing
the attention of the Ashland, which happened to be nearby. Not wanting to be
left out of anything, the Ibanez crept softly from my bedroom and joined them
in what became a kind of pajama party for the instruments.
As with all parties involving young folks; all of the
guitars are between 8 and 22 years old; things soon got out of hand when one of
them decided to play with itself. This caused the others to chime in and soon
those efforts resulted in that cacophony of sound which I spoke of earlier.
“What the hell”, I thought, quickly losing my stern look. If
they want to play, let ‘em. It’s probably good for them to get together without
me every once in a while. I just hope they weren't making fun of me.
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