An acoustic guitar
you can’t modify much
without destroying it.
Electric guitar though:
man, you can tear that puppy
to pieces and build it up again so new
that leaving that original name on the headstock
seems foolish, but we leave it there and we say
that’s my Fender, my Gibson.
That’s why
the electric guitar is so damn
American —
no matter how it’s been messed with
somehow it still sounds like bombs and pie,
while an acoustic guitar always sounds like itself,
like it has no country but the one whose hands are on it
right now. Even if it’s a country of one,
an island nation unto itself,
though of course this is only my opinion,
though of course you have a right to your own,
though of course you can choose your instrument
and play it any way you want to make your point
and we wish you would, go ahead,
the whole world, the entire family of nations, is waiting.

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