My next stop was Bluebond Guitars at 4th and South. It was a crisp and sunny winter day and I was out on one of my usual 5 to 10-mile exercise walks around the city on my day off.
Several places were closed during covid and some had finally started to open. I went inside and there was a blonde-haired girl sitting behind the counter. I’d never been inside of this store and it looked like any other small music store. Lots of guitars hanging on the wall and from racks suspended from the ceiling. Mostly acoustic guitars because they’re more popular. There were stacks of amplifiers lining the walls.
I chatted with the girl about what I had been thinking about over the last two years. She showed me a couple of models but one, in particular, caught my eye. It was a black Ibanez, Gio. Upon closer inspection, I noticed little sparkles in the paint, which looked cool.
The Ibanez Gio series are basic electric guitars for beginners. This one was used and was in the price range of $120. That’s pretty cheap for an Ibanez and the same brand as the Iceman. I sort of liked the instrument and it was the first thing I had looked at or handled that I found somewhat appealing.
But I wasn’t thrilled. A basic guitar that didn’t have the best action and nothing was all that special about it. The price was right, but for whatever reason, it just wasn’t grabbing me. Part of me wanted something dramatically different than my Iceman and this just wasn’t it. I just figured if it was meant to be I could stop back in six months and the guitar would still be there waiting for me.
I left the store and walked a block to visit Gus’ hot dog stand. Gus has been in that same cart on the corner of 5th and South for over 25 years. He looks the same as he did back in the 90s but just a bit greyer. His dogs are always plump and good and the rolls are always fresh. It’s good to see that some things have lasted over time on the once-great South Street.
I continued my walk and thought about the black Ibanez, rolling the idea around in my mind if I really wanted that instrument. I decided that I’d go with what Eric had said to me down at the pawnshop months ago. “You’ll know what guitar is for you when you put it on.”
Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly.
You can check out my books here: https://www.amazon.com/s?k=charles+wiedenmann&ref=nb_sb_noss_1
Phicklephilly 