where are you my lovely friend

i played my dad's epiphone for such a long time, it seemed an eternity at my tender age. i'd always dreamed of owning my own piece of art, cause you know guitars are artwork. so many dreams, so many fantasizes, looking at the racks of mahogany and maple that decorated the local music store walls. i was so afraid to ask to play one, i mean what did i know? i was a mere three freter and couldn't compare to some of the van halen wannabes that were loitering about the various areas of the music store. nineteen ninety two, i had a job and some money, and the only thing i could see was fender. a nice piece, creme colored (now a discontinued color), maple fretboard; i knew nothing of action or intonation in those days. i gave the gentlemen his money and sped home to play my new "toy". thirteen years later i understand........i understand how art, soul and heart merge into one infinite painting and the importance of choosing the right art for your soul. i still have my first fender tele, she's still important, but it took thirteen years to find the right art for my soul....this is the vintage revival..........