It is with profound embarassment that I report to the assembled members of Acoustic Anonymous that I have 143 srings (no hammered dulcimers, autoharps or pianos). I am stricken with G.A.S. Help me, Master Yoda Fielding. Let us meet at the Twelfth Fret and ceremonially consume our credit cards before our instruments consume us. Let Mandolin Bros., Elderly Instruments and Gruhn Guitars have our pictures posted behind the counter as personae au gratin. Let us take our wooden gods back to the deep forest whence they came and plant them deep in their native soil (koa guitar owners get to go to Hawaii!!!) in sincere hope that they may re-root and become the trees that they were meant to be.

You go first.

Michael