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.
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