It was a dull rainy morning in Runcorn.
I parked up my white mark II Ford Escort.
It still had the stale smell of 10 years+ of tobacco fumes woven into every fabric in it: Thanks, Mum!
Only today was different.
Today was THE. DAY.
I'd emptied all the money in my Midland Griffin Savers bag into my wallet.
This time I wasn't window shopping.
I told Frank of my intentions.
He told me to take my time and try anything I wanted.
And I did. I was there nearly all day.
I must have tried every guitar in the shop.
And as if by magic...
In his hand was a recent trade-in.
It was a beaten-up, '74 American
Had clearly seen better days.
But the second my fingers banged out a riff...
I knew she was the one.
And over 30 years later...
She's still with me.
Here's a snippet of me playing her:
(Although as it turns out...
...She's not quite who I thought she was.
But hey - that's another story!)