I have come to the conclusion that, as a guitarist, I really don’t know much.
However, I know more now than I did when I bought my (electric) instruments.
The first electric guitar I ever bought was a Martin Stinger. It was a lot like a Strat without the pickguard. I knew right away that it wasn’t the guitar for me, so I treated it as such and plastered the thing with stickers and junk.
My next guitar was a Samick Radio Ten Blues Saraceno. The Plaid Monster. I got the demo off the NAMM show floor. No serial number. I loved that guitar for what it was, but it didn’t hold up well. It is currently in a box in my garage because it is nearly unplayable (if there are any Blues Saraceno fans in the NoCamo community, I would take offers on the thing).
Next was Pretty… my Hamer Stellar One.
24 frets. Duncan humbuckers. 3X3 headstock. Stop tail. I can get any squeal or squawk out of that guitar that I want. It plays like butter.
After I bought Pretty, I picked up an ESP LTD, but it only serves as a backup because it has a neck like a baseball bat.
If you look at Pretty, she lives up to her moniker. A pretty guitar.
But when I play her, there are things that I can see that you can’t.
This chip came from a mic stand in the basement of my home in Winchester, KY. I remember it distinctly.
I have no idea where these scratches originated. Probably a belt buckle.
Do I even notice these scratches anymore? No. In fact, I think they show that I’ve played this guitar to death. I love this guitar for what it is, including the scratches and dings.
Including the flaws.
Our Father is something like that. When we accept Christ as Savior, our sins are covered by His blood. Our flaws are no longer an issue. God sees us for what we are, accepts us, and loves us.
And we are useful to Him.