I'm mean . . . I am pounding it! Let's see what this baby can do.
About an hour later, I stop to catch my breath . . . my shoulder aches, I am tired, sweaty . . .
And it's as if I hear this guitar say out loud . . .
"Is that the best you can do?"
Then it calls me a pussy and laughs! You know, that kind of laugh that translates, "Can you believe this guy?"
Round 1 goes to the Taylor. It beat me.
What a great guitar! What a freakin' great guitar!
Out of breath . . . and beat . . . but still in awe that God's grace still amazes me . . . ><>