Today is a sad day. I woke up this morning, went to my car, and started taking out the stuff form the gig: amplifier, bag o’ pedals and cords, …. where’s my guitar? My lovely Gibson Les Paul studio cut out with the gorgeous black finish and cheshire cat sticker I got with my nephew at a vending machine in Los Angeles.
I must’ve left it at the gig. Someone could have stolen it, but they’d probably have stolen the amp, and the snare drum in the car, and I’m pretty sure I locked the car last night.
So, I have to call the Sluice Box today, and see if it’s there. If it’s not, I will weep. Like a man.