Now I remember why I adore flying so much… That IS my guitar propping up that pink booster seat in the 5 degree weather in Chicago. And it does NOT belong to me or mine, by the way.
However, I remain an optimist. In the words of one of my favorite rock ‘n roll songs of all time, “Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!”
See you in Nashville, my black leather encased friend.
If i ever saw my guitar like this, i’d kill someone. Poor Billie B, da pretty boy he is. Wasn’t there some youtube sensation thing with a dude whose guitar broke, and UA paid him a lotta money for compensation? Anyone remember?