I’m one of those guitar players that doesn’t really go for the ‘reliced’ look (that’s when a guitar looks like it’s been beat to hell but it’s just for show). I like for my instruments to look as pristine as the day I bought them. Well…today, while writing a guitar solo for a song from my upcoming EP, my new PRS bumped into my Strat Elite and gave have her a nice little ding in the finish. I cursed… loudly… very loudly! I wouldn’t have been surprised if the neighbors even heard my anguish through my soundproofed walls. Alas, no police were called so I ass-u-me all is good 🙂
So why write a blog post about a ding in a guitar? As I stared at it, I started thinking about just what that ding would mean for my guitar… and what it would mean to me (kinda deep, right?). I thought about the dings in my armor and how those blemishes affect me as a person and as an artist. I touched the guitar, feeling the damage to the finish and wondered if this change to its appearance would change the way it works somehow…it didn’t. I wondered if my blemished armor would change the way I worked… it DID!
This realization, while good, hurt because I realized that I’ve let words, looks, and lack of acknowledgment of various aspects of my life, damage my armor to such an extent that I wasn’t being protected as well as I should be. Then I thought that there would be people who wouldn’t even notice the new ding on my guitar. Perhaps that was the same with my own dings… maybe people didn’t notice that they were there and those words, looks, and lack of acknowledgement only mattered because I let them matter. I was the one responsible for placing weight and importance on those things. As such, I am the one responsible taking that power away and if those things don’t have power… they can’t hurt me.
So where does that leave the ding in my guitar? I have chosen to not let it hurt/anger me… instead, I’ve embraced it and accepted that it’s just something that makes it more unique… beautiful even… just like my own armor.