I was talking to my vicar about how I became a guitarist.
"I was in this shop in Edinburgh, goes by the name of Scales*. Sells fishing tackle and musical instruments. Well I only went in for a pound of maggots, but there was this beautiful guitar hanging up. An SG. I just had to have it! I suddenly realised that what I wanted to do with my life was to play guitar! It was a, it was like a, er..."
"An epiphany?"
"No, it was a real Gibson"
*True, that bit. Don't know if it's still there.
"I was in this shop in Edinburgh, goes by the name of Scales*. Sells fishing tackle and musical instruments. Well I only went in for a pound of maggots, but there was this beautiful guitar hanging up. An SG. I just had to have it! I suddenly realised that what I wanted to do with my life was to play guitar! It was a, it was like a, er..."
"An epiphany?"
"No, it was a real Gibson"
*True, that bit. Don't know if it's still there.