notes from the guitar man
though i wear a guise of pure mayhem for the family dynamic, no one is whole and true: like Lacan surmised, we are born incomplete, many sided, in parts, and we integrate and present the part(s) that weather us through.
Ah this is a bore, huh?
so on to Gigi. I've named a guitar after you. Actually a bass. the white bass Lisa practiced on while here is refered to as George, and i've ordered on to be made for me similar; heavier wood, thinner neck for fast playing, looking almost identical to the untrained eye as the first. She'll be Gigi. George is short for Georgeous, so Gigi is a compliment to the beauty and pragmatism of the bass. i have no doubt I'll love her dearly.
