I love his stories about going to parties as a kid, sitting in the corner w/ a guitar mimicking a French accent. He said, if anything, he was a chick repellant!As Sir Paul McCartney related, they did it to "pull in chicks"
My thought exactly! (Mando is where the girls are. . . .)Hope no poor schmuck checked banjo!
The only part that matters!At least I'm having fun!
At least I'm having fun!
You forgot "in your $2,000 car."Yeah, make money...Sure.
Spend $20 in gas to drive your $5,000 worth of gear to do a gig for $200.
But here's the thing. Two years ago I plunked down $25,000 on a used, late model Subaru Outback. Leather seats, premium sound system, sunroof, all tricked out. It has been slowly but surely depreciating every single day since then, and will be worth nothing one day. Meanwhile, my guitars are headed the other direction in value.
Yeah. Last year, my wife finally put her foot down, too. No more beaters. Now we have a late-model Mazda that I'm afraid to drive.I was into road cycling for a number of years, and there were lots of times that the car I was driving was worth well less than the bike perched on top of it. Priorities!
I drove a series of crappy cars well into my sixties, long after I could afford something a lot nicer. The last of them was a 2002 Honda Civic with no air conditioning. That was pretty much the last straw for my wife.
But here's the thing. Two years ago I plunked down $25,000 on a used, late model Subaru Outback. Leather seats, premium sound system, sunroof, all tricked out. It has been slowly but surely depreciating every single day since then, and will be worth nothing one day. Meanwhile, my guitars are headed the other direction in value.
Yeah, make money...Sure.
Spend $20 in gas to drive your $5,000 worth of gear to do a gig for $200.