火曜日, 8月 16, 2005

Born under a bad sign

i brought stitch to see the doctor today.



stitch is what i call my bass guitar, after the psycho extraterrestrial quasi-koala (see sticker on the headstock). i don't give names to any of my other guitars. or amp. or car. no daisy, lake placid blue-y or joyah. why the exception here, then? no profound reasons, really. it's because of the aforementioned sticker. that's it.

the A string sounded absolutely duff. i've checked the saddle heights. checked for potential sources of buzzing. knowing me, i usually couldn't be arsed to get to the bottom of the problem (hey, a pun!). so, i left work a little early and brought it to the local store, and hope steve won't tell me it needs a set-up (stitch hasn't been for one since the day i bought it in 2001!). as i thought, the cause of the dullness in its tone was due to really basic problem.

tali mati.

i was sold a really naff string (it had only been two months) by another store just a few hundred metres up the road. i left the store with a new sparkling set of rotosounds and steve's words:

that's a shop that only sell guitars. unlike us, we are a guitar shop.

meow. pfft! pfft!