Recently, I parted company with a dear old friend. Tygress. My electric guitar. An Ibanez Roadstar Custom, with a beautiful metallic red glossy finish and three of the most superb sounding pickups that you've ever heard.
She was my pride and joy, for so many years. So many times when I was down she would pick me up. To me she was more than a guitar, she was a beautiful lady. Almost a lover. So many ecstatic hours she spent in my loving embrace.
But then, for some reason that I still don't understand, I just kind of lost the desire to play. I would take her out only on rare occasions for nostalgia's sake, but for months at a time she would just sit there collecting dust. What a terrible waste for such a beautiful instrument.
One night, after a few too many glasses of red wine, I sat there looking at her and decided that she deserved better. She should be played all the time. The thought of selling her was unthinkable, but I know someone who'll take wonderful care of her and give her all the attention that she deserves. My nephew Mike.
As long as I live, I will never forget the look on Mike's face when I asked him: " Mike, do you want Tygress?". It was a look of sheer longing and disbelief. When I was in the hospital, he looked after her for me, and I think he fell in love with her. For anyone who love's guitar, it's hard not to.
I'm very proud of my nephew Micheal, and I'm glad to know that Tygress is his now. She's going to be well taken care of. Spoiled even. I hope that she brings him as much pleasure as she brought me.
Farewell, old friend, and take care.
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