An old friend

My old Ibanez solid top. A lefty, like me. And a good friend on a rainy day. I purchased this over thirty years ago from a store at Hunters Corner Papatoetoe when I was working a holiday job for the Department of Social Welfare in Otahuhu. Department of Social Welfare has become the Department of (out of) Work and (very little) Income. The store I think is long gone, and the streetwalkers have colonised that particular area well and truly now. Not quite Gypsies Tramps and Thieves, just tramps I guess. But everyone has to make a living.

The tone of this guitar has just got better and better with age. So on a day like today, when it is pissing down outside, it's good to pick up and strum through a few songs and maybe make up one or two more if the muse decides to visit me. Keeps the cabin fever at bay.