From the blog www.blissanddrumming.com, read by Clementine.

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I know there is a kind of magic that happens to guitars with all that intense physical connection with their players. Our energy, our emotions, our vibrations, it is all manifest energetically. Wood is porous, once alive, and the work and concentration and passion and creativity flowing from hands on a fret board must sink in, find the space in the soul of the instrument that absorbs this energy of the player. I imagine that the feel is second nature, that a player can pick up their guitar and know the smallest things about the instrument that only she would know, learned in hours and hours of such careful and pinpointed touch. The small anomalies, the rise of the frets, the weight of the strings and their distance to neck. The little things that signal position that only your fingers would know.

So much love is transmitted into a guitar; so many moments of pure focus, of pinpoint attention, of breakthroughs and live energy. So many times reached for to comfort, to console, to soothe. Guitars are cried over, danced with, dreamed upon. For a player who works with the guitar for a living, every aspiration and fantasy, every night of slogging it out or frustration or sold-out show is lived with the guitar in hand. The guitar becomes an appendage, an extension of the body, the player’s heart manifest on the outside.