On Saturday, the Aikido Club is coming over for a party. Hopefully they won’t mind the spare toilet, which is currently sitting next to the Amish hutch in the kitchen. No, I don’t want to talk about it.
In preparation for the event, we’ve started tidying up. This, of course, involves power tools. Why? Well, for a while I’ve been wondering what to do about the number of stringed instruments I’ve got. Electric guitar, electric bass, folk guitar, DADGAD-tuned concert guitar. Yikes, where to put them? It’s true that the instrument case is the greatest roadblock to playing, but on the other hand, stands take up a lot of room.
Enter the wall-hung guitar! This afternoon I bought two “String Swing” brackets, which let you hang your gitt-ars from the wall like a good little redneck. Each of these is basically a two-pronged hook mounted on a small block of wood. They come with drywall screws and the stupidest plastic mounting toggles ever. These toggles seem to be designed on the assumption that all musicians live in houses with walls made from cardboard, butter, or some other substance that you can screw a toggle with the consistency of a pencil eraser into. Ok, maybe that’s not such a crazy assumption, but in our case the walls are solid 60-year old Amyrrhican plaster, strong like Russian bull.
The toggles are in the trash, and the guitars are on the wall (well, half of them anyway). Here’s the group shot in the music room (yes, Ben, that’s a new friend on the far right):
Don’t they look nice together? Now if they would just get some recording done…