• Ryan Davis

My Fender Friends

The blue guitar lays

silent and lonely, it waits

used and then replaced.


I unstrung my blue Fender Strat. I cut the old strings, looking for a new start. I cleaned, I polished, and I put new strings on. But was this worth it? I was getting rid of the six friends I got to know so well for new ones? The new ones weren’t like its predecessors. They went out of tune, they didn’t feel right, and I didn’t know them very well. The I-IV-V-I felt different with these. But what’s done is done, and eventually even these strings will become my old friends. Maybe I’ll savor their sound longer this time. Maybe the new should not be rushed.


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