[180gROC]

My first instrument was trumpet. My grandmother bought me one when I was in the 2nd grade.

When I was 15, I put the trumpet down and started playing guitar. My first six months playing were one big GAS attack. Halfway through it, I went down to the local sharks lair music store (Scalise Music in Richmond California), with my trumpet, looking for something to trade. The owner (I'll never forget the evil grin and devilish features he had) offered me a shiny green Ibanez tube screamer. The trumpet was worthless to me at the time. I took the deal.

At my high school graduation 3 years later my grandmother says "You still have that trumpet, right?" I lie and tell her of course... "Good" She says... "I paid several thousand dollars for that, and it will retain it's value or even appreciate over time."

That's how I learned not to trust sales people...

Done to a guitar? I burned a perfectly good acoustic to ashes right after I discovered Rock and Roll and right before I started playing guitar.