You Always Remember Your First.

Christmas morning, 1981. It was just sitting there unwrapped. No box, no ribbon. Hard to miss.

I remember walking out on Christmas morning when I first saw it. My parents weren't buying many things that size, so it wasn't a hard guess.

Probably expensive for my parents, and I knew it, which made me take it seriously. Spent most of the 80s with it. Wrote some songs on it too, a lot of them probably pretty bad. I think they're in a box in storage somewhere. Haven't gone looking.

At some point I got other guitars and this one became the stand guitar. It's been sitting on a stand in whatever room I happened to be in for most of its life. You walk by, you pick it up, you play a few things, you put it back down.

That's been its job for a while now. Sounds the same as it always did.