Last night I wrote down all 42 solid wood acoustic guitars I have owned since 1982, what I liked and didn’t, why I moved on, and any that I missed having. Next to the SJT I wrote one word: perfect.
They will bury me with this one. It’s not a guitar, it’s a piano.
Players Say: "Paul can kidnap me anytime. His place is WAY better than any candy store!! He is the Willie Wonka of the ultimate guitar shop… Dream Guitars."
Here’s my Dream…
Paul Heumiller pulls up in his car, rolls down his window and calls out – ‘Hey there kid, wanna see a land where the finest vintage guitars sit beside beautiful, modern instruments, all just waiting to be picked up and played?
Where you can relax, take your time and get lost in the sound of each one and possibly take one home with you? Just get in and I’ll take you there.