Hey buddy, don't be sad if you want a story about guitars I'll pluck one out of thin air for you, no strings attached, it may strike a chord.
It was in the early sixties when I taught Jimmy P..e to play, up till that point he had only played with his organ which was making him cross eyed, I saw the effects of gripping it too hard and demonstrated softer strokes with my sister, who later became my first wife and my fourth. We toured Europe together in an old transit van, our first gigs were a disaster, Jimmy was distraught at getting no applause, but later that night my sister gave him the clap. It was on his first visit to the std clinic that our lives changed forever, he fell in love with the doctor giving him an injection, later she gave him another dose, all jobs have perks.
We met two lads called Robert and John who had the thing our band needed most - petrol, Robert also knew another boy called John who he had been introduced to by his bird at a yard sale (get it?) and we decided to go on tour. Now I didn't understand the rock world , I booked a bus to take us to the Trossachs, Loch Lomond and Ben Nevis, the others looked slightly shocked, I was a wild one in those days man but got the idea I was wrong when we played to two Highland cattle on our first gig on the tour. At this point they booted me out of the band, which was lucky as afterwards I had a successful career in the Navy, as the saying goes when one door closes another door opens, I was shit in submarines though.
I've often wondered what happened to those lads?, they're probably bricklaying or scaffolders now, they'd be jealous of my career I bet, sorry part was I still can't play the guitar.