hiro Posted November 28, 2009 Posted November 28, 2009 "There it is . . . Excaliber!" (Waynes World) the weapon of choice change headstock closer Oh snap! It's STILL THERE!!! 2nd runner up, this was 26 OF 200 MADE, I didn't get this one . . . due to previous owner / user errors (it looked like it had been cracked in half and repaired, you could barely tell, the photos don't show it, only on a close inspection and it had loose pickups fixable ) and the pricetag was just $100 under the new one) caveat: I used pics from the store's website. I need to find my digi cam and will post additional pics. Previously I had tried to bargain but they would only give me $50 off the listed price ( the listed was below the market price), and wasn't sure I had enough for it AND I didn't realize they could lay it away. But today I had double checked the finances, was ready for bear. The only problem was the blackness of Mordor, the Black Friday that loomed, a grand nightmare for many, a sardine's paradise to the mall, an end to the recession, a blow the bank account, and combat for the women. My buddy called me, it was in the early AM around 4 AM. It was cold, and silent, I could hear the footfalls of the cat that slinked around the garbage bins. Fish was the order of the day. I will still tired and we drove up the long ways to the only place I knew had Heritages. We hoped to be camping out on the parking lot around 9 AM. We had started early because my friend had to take the minivan with his wife, and 7 kids, and all drop the off at their favorite place so they could score their Black Friday wants. My buddy had this deal with the wife. They had a "credit card" to share among others. This was a game. If they used it, they had to txt their significant other of the amount. It could be maxed out or any amount. But the game was to consume it as much as possible. Yes dysfunctional but the moral implications were not in my mind. I had a guitar that needed ME. And I need it! We were free by 7 AM. The minivan's engine was put to the test as we tore up the 5 Highway. However there was issues, traffic problems, alternate roads shut down b/c Thanksgiving drunken style was great for kung fu, but not for driving . . . Rolled up to Buffalo, the store that has Heritages and 90% G & L's . . . a few hours past opening. The store was packed, a Black Friday horror, a nuclear sales holocaust. I had thought because I was going to a true guitar store, there wouldn't be half the town there like at the mall or *shiver* guitar center. There was a cacophony of guitar related sounds, and internally I was kicking myself. My buddy who knew my quest, clapped my shoulder, "good luck man!" I shrugged and prayed to the awesome God. I felt on the threshold, a David facing off the Goliath of uncertainty. The hallway that lead to the electric sanctum and the corner wall with Heritage was only a few meters ahead. But the acoustic ninjas were in stools and chairs, playing and testing. There was no way through them and wall of people. I tried to slip through but .. . The staff was in angst, engaging the crowds, watchful eyes from their watchtower counters to ensure no guitar was lost in the melee and firefights erupting. Others patrolled dillegently. A Paris Hilton wannabe with a laptop dog in her purse walked around. There was a cute Japanese rocker type girl complete with live kitten in her hands. I had to go the long way, passing upstairs, through the acoustic section, the mandolin section, the steel guitar range, the fun uke area. All the while dodging bodies and patrolling staff. I slipped through the large Samoan / Hawaiian guys and saw a Hawaiian princess. My knees buckled as she smiled at me. We were roughly the same age . . . I nodded, and smiled back. "Nice Uke's . . ." As I looked at her milk duds. "NIce going dude!" rang in my head. "Hey, I need to get to the electric guitar section, there's a guitar with my name on it, I'll talk to you later . . ." I said as she smiled, "Yah, we're just having fun up here . . ." I went down the stairs, and found myself on the opposite side of the human wall. I heard my buddy lean over the rails and give me two thumbs up and a smile. He had found his 1 or 2 k classical. He punched his fist into his hand and mock saluted me. The electric sanctum opened up before me, but there were 40 going 15 year olds, all milling about. The noise from countless playing. The amp rooms, private last wenesday, had amps dragged out and plugged into christmass trees of surge protectors. Nearly thousands of notes assaulted me. I thought of the mess of the acoustic sections but this took the cake and ate it, raw eggs and uncooked. At least a hundred guys not counting women and children were in here. I waded through the minefield of cables, evading the headstocks and a few hair whips. I was angry, this chill guitar store was like the ill and infamous Guitar Center. But my heart calmed. There she was. The H150. I made my way over. I checked the guitar, looked at the price tag . . . The staff had their eyes on me as I made their way up. For the first time that day, someone was there to take something significant home. I threw down the gold pieces, 2000 gp, the staff member helped me out. He got the case . . . wiped the guitar down, and said in a few months come in for free adjustment / string changes etc . . . A brand new Heritage had finally met her destiny . . . The Hawaiian girl had made her way down to the electric sanctum, but her tatooed 5'0 muscle bound guy was with her. She smiled and I met the boyfriend . . . She was a few inches taller than he was. I was on cloud 9 so I was prone to laughing and smiling. For some reason I kept thing lawn gnome while the guy gave me his best So Cal Snoop Dog gangster eye / lean. I said, "I got the best electric guitar in the place . . ." I told her about Gibson and Heritage . . . and she was "I never knew . . . I always thought . . ." He dragged her out, noticing she was interested. I collected the receipt and the two purchasers made their way out. "I beat the wife!!! Hi Five exchange. "I got first dibs." He didn't even have to open the case, I knew which guitar (I had drooled over it a few years before) he had. I showed the H 150. "Awesome, but man, electric? Welcome to the darkside bro! Should always drop on the new classical! I don't get you sometimes." I shrugged, "Well if you're going to get electric, this is type you should get . . . Heritage . . ." "I'll sell my family to slavery before I pick up one of those energy sucking abominations. Hah! At least Classicals are green, no eletricity here. Human powered!" We joked around out in the parking lot, as people spilled out of the crowded store. It was built to hold 4000 guitars, not 5000 people LOL. Despite my friend's comments, this guitar run was electric only. And that guitar store always has something interesting going on. ON the long drive home, I remembered this from Waynes World . . . "Oh yes she will be mine, Oh yes, she will be mine" and I got home . . . I couldn't find my electric cables so I have to go out get some . . .
Millennium Maestro Posted November 28, 2009 Posted November 28, 2009 Man your long winded.... Congrats on the purchase.. welcome to the HOC fold. You will be very happy I am sure!! As for the rest of that post..... I am gonna go have a nap, you put me to sleep after my Red Wings Depressed me beyond belief. M.M.
pegleg32 Posted November 28, 2009 Posted November 28, 2009 I suspect an aspiring writer here. That was at least a short story!! Congrats on the gitter, I have one very similar and am very happy with it. Hope you enjoye yours as much!!!
chico Posted November 28, 2009 Posted November 28, 2009 Are you high? Its the smell when he opened the case and sniffed. Happens every time.
Gitfiddler Posted November 28, 2009 Posted November 28, 2009 It was a dark and stormy night...when his lovely Heritage came home with him...
cod65 Posted November 28, 2009 Posted November 28, 2009 hehe, Just like Ralphie in 'A Christmas Story' and his quest for a BB gun. 'you'll shoot your eye out, kid'
golferwave Posted November 28, 2009 Posted November 28, 2009 Quite a novel but it sounds like a good time was had. Enjoy the new axe!
tulk1 Posted November 28, 2009 Posted November 28, 2009 Too much to read. Too many blank spaces. Maybe a proof before posting would help tame it a bit. So, what was cracked in half on the first one? That is an awesome top and finish. Second one (the one you got?), ... nice!!! Do we get to know the store?
High Flying Bird Posted November 28, 2009 Posted November 28, 2009 Too much to read. Too many blank spaces. Maybe a proof before posting would help tame it a bit. Do we get to know the store? The pics look like Buffalo Brothers.
Dick Seacup Posted November 28, 2009 Posted November 28, 2009 Its the smell when he opened the case and sniffed. Happens every time. The Millie DC always had that smell when I'd get it out of the case. She's been my favorite lately, though, and on the stand so long that it just doesn't smell like that any longer. I wonder if someone could make a nitrocellulose lacquer-scented room freshener.
Thundersteel Posted November 29, 2009 Posted November 29, 2009 "Dear Penthouse Forum, I never thought I'd write to you, but I was intent on acquiring... "
tbonesullivan Posted November 30, 2009 Posted November 30, 2009 hmm. the pictures ain't workin. Anyway, nice score! long post though... dang.
hiro Posted December 1, 2009 Author Posted December 1, 2009 The store was Buffalo Bro's. Excellent place. I was just surpised there was lots of people there. Yeah I bursted text into my journal and copied n pasted it out . . . I was just so excited . . . yeah could've used some editing LOL. I'm not aspiring for writing, after all I write below 7th grade newspaper level. The pics were taken off because I had emailed them for permission but they didn't get back to me so one of the admins (I think) cleared it out before I got to doin the task. Still happy about the guitar . . . just awesome. And it sounds great on peavey delta blues. I found my camera in its bag but the batteries had opened and half of my camera was covered in white battery goo. Since its toxic, I took to a battery disposal place. Good thing it was a cheap one . . . I would get a new camera but going to wait . . . something about spending money on . . . a guitar. Note to self: remove batteries from electronics before storing them.
High Flying Bird Posted December 2, 2009 Posted December 2, 2009 The store was Buffalo Bro's. Excellent place. I could tell because I studied the pics of the 475 so much when I was waiting on it.
Jazzpunk Posted December 2, 2009 Posted December 2, 2009 Yeah I bursted text into my journal and copied n pasted it out . . . I was just so excited . . . yeah could've used some editing LOL. I'm not aspiring for writing, after all I write below 7th grade newspaper level. I really enjoyed your post. Nice 'gonzo' type flair ala Hunter Thompson! Congrats on the new guitar!
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