My other guitar /csb from the '80s concerns a pinky orange Gretsch Broadkaster I bought from the small ads while living in Bristol. I fucking loved that guitar. It was incredible. But I was utterly skint and eventually had to sell it, so it went to my mate Hazel, later of the Blue Aeroplanes. Actually her rockabilly boyfriend bought it for her as a birthday present.
Fast forward a year and Hazel arrives home to find a disgusting Levinson Blade on her couch with a big pink bow around it. The idiot boyfriend had part-exchanged the Gretsch for it. Hazel went ballistic and hurtled down to the music shop where he'd done the evil deal and pleaded for her guitar back. The guys in the shop say, "Oh, sorry, we just sold it to some girl called Polly…"
My other guitar /csb from the '80s concerns a pinky orange Gretsch Broadkaster I bought from the small ads while living in Bristol. I fucking loved that guitar. It was incredible. But I was utterly skint and eventually had to sell it, so it went to my mate Hazel, later of the Blue Aeroplanes. Actually her rockabilly boyfriend bought it for her as a birthday present.
Fast forward a year and Hazel arrives home to find a disgusting Levinson Blade on her couch with a big pink bow around it. The idiot boyfriend had part-exchanged the Gretsch for it. Hazel went ballistic and hurtled down to the music shop where he'd done the evil deal and pleaded for her guitar back. The guys in the shop say, "Oh, sorry, we just sold it to some girl called Polly…"