Because each man thinks he's right—Loudon Wainwright III
As a teen, I loved spending time in musical-instrument shops. Now, with exceptions, the experience is reliably depressing.
Last Saturday was exemplary: I walked into my local supermarket of sound to buy a set of guitar strings, and was at once assaulted by the racket of two gunslingers trying to outshoot each other. Combatant No.1, a fiftysomething male with an elaborate dye job, had hold of a new Martin dreadnought acoustic guitar, on which he aggressively demonstrated his repertoire of…