Bout 6 months back some jack ass broke into my storage unit and stole some collectibles along with a flute and a trumpet my late uncle left me. I got everything worked out with insurance and they cashed me out and I was in the market for a new Fender. Several weeks of poking around online and visiting various stores I couldn’t find anything that spoke out to me.Come Friday night I’m in a bad mood from work and my girlfriend doing her best to boost my spirits says we should go to Guitar Center. I’m wandering around and I spot a Custom Shop Jaguar in seafoam green I’m loving but was wayyyy outa my budget and as I turn my head to leave, I spot this one on the wall.
It’s a 95 American Standard and the serial confirms it came out of the Corona factory literally minutes from where my parents live, and 95 is also the year I started learning how to play. I picked up the guitar and started fiddling around on it and the neck has the same feel as the Squier Strat I learned on growing up as a kid so instant motor memory, and I quickly start bonding with it, as everyone here can attest to, when it’s the one, you just know…Final spin on the story it’s the same Guitar Center my dad bought me that first Squier at 25+ years ago.
My dad’s been gone for over a decade now, and I’m not very spiritual, but I guess he decided to go to Guitar Center with me and my girlfriend that day.
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