Well, this article is sure to convince any dried-up doubting crusty old cynics out there that, at least to those of us in the know guitars are sexy!

It's a physical instrument, touch-sensitive, and responds equally well to gently caressing soft minor diminisheds in the moonlight, or being hacked against the frame of an amplifier hanging by a sway bar (see also whammy bar, wang bar, or tailpiece vibrato)...

And then there is touch. I can tell you that hardly anything feels more silky than the neck of a '57 Stratocaster, its varnish worn away by countless barre chords, the slight hollow where the palm cups the higher notes. It positively glows with the warm fibers of its wood, its striations and grains breathing ...

Truly, these are instruments meant to be held, if only in the imaginary music they make as they wait in readiness, the promise of melody and rhythm awaiting their performer ...


*whew*, eh?

daylia