Mr. S had an event last night and borrowed my beautiful electric acoustic Washburn guitar (image to the right) for the guitarist of WIRE, so he didn't have to hire one. And guess what? He got drunk and lost it. He thinks he left it outside the venue, but he may have left it inside the doorway. Fat chance of getting it back if he did, in fact, leave it outside.
I am so angry right now I could smash a guitar. But, me being the type of person who doesn't scream, is sitting here with my jaw clenched and holding back tears. Of course, he said he'd buy me a new one if it doesn't turn up, but I don't want a new one. I want MY GUITAR--the one I've learned to love like a pet dog. I've nourished it, cherished it, pampered it for years and now it's gone. We learned to love each other, and the friction between the strings and fret board was perfect for me. It's really hard to find a guitar the suits the strength of one's fingers. Oh man ... please black beauty find your way home...
Has your loved one ever lost something of value to you? How did you handle it?
Update: Just got a call. It's still there! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!