some may call it denial. but i would like to reaffirm that i really don’t need any more guitars.

*pausing for cat-calls, laughter of ridicule et cetera*

i was in tin pan alley (aka denmark street) yesterday afternoon, standing in front of music ground, admiring all those carved pieces of mahogany and maple (with steel strings to boot!) on display. it made me think that i’ve got it all. why buy anymore? i shrugged the idea off as i made my way away from the already closed toko-toko muzik.

walked on down to macari’s on charing cross road. the thought came up again. i can now move on. i am happy.

besides i only have two hands. and ten fingers.

[note: the author was probably high on monosodium glutamate after a portion of egg fried rice and lemon chicken devoured at chopstix, a halal chinese joint at tottenham court road ]

oh ya. i have some pics (loads of them are limau, in my opinion) from yesterday’s walkabout. watch this space.