I once bought the most beautiful J-200 I ever saw. Curly maple that looked about a foot deep. After a week, I decided that I hated that guitar. It just didn't graft to my soul. I took it back to the shop where I bought it and was met with a sympathetic ear. George said he never wanted to end up with the wrong woman or the wrong guitar. He said he had made the mistake once, but still loved his guitar. He gave me full credit! Now a J-45...that's a guitar that really plays, in my opinion. Wish I had one.