There is something oddly therapeutic about restringing your guitar.
Removing the rusty old strings > cleaning up the body and neck (is that a new dent?!) > applying lemon oil (I like the smell!) and polishing the frets > slotting in the new strings (hmm extra light, light or medium-light gauge? Ernie Ball or D'Addarrio? Choices, choices...) > cutting the strings to appropriate length (scary affair, this) > winding up the strings x6 > tuning the guitar > play a song! (or 3)
I love the feeling of new strings under my fingers. Like a playing a new song and realising you sound awesome.
On a side note, I'm never going to MC a wedding again. Here's wishing Will+Jiet all possible domestic bliss this side of eternity, but I'm sitting the next one out (I mean on the pews, as a normal wedding guest).
Ok, lest I get too philosophical about this, I shall stop here with the awesome koa backside of the Goodall Aloha Grand Concert.
Dat ass!
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