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Discussion in 'The Backstage' started by Les Paul Newb, Sep 25, 2017.
Yup and yup AGAIN!
How often do you play with your pink one?
When I hear the lame, embarrassing names people give their guitars (or their boats, for that matter) it confirms my decision not to name my own guitars. However, Elvis did a pretty good job when he gave the name "Little Elvis" to... well, never mind.
Whenever the urge hits.
I've gone through about 50 guitars, and at one point I did try giving names, but it just felt silly. One did manage to pick up a name though, which has stuck. I found a 1970 Les Paul Custom in a shop, and I loved it, but wasn't sure about spending that much. My then girlfriend talked me into buying it, "you'll regret it if you don't". Later that day we found out one of her friends had died suddenly. From then on the guitar was called Stephen.
Origin of the name "Lucille".
In the winter of 1949, BB King played at a dance hall in Twist, Arkansas. The hall was heated by a barrel half-filled with burning kerosene, a fairly common practice at the time. During a performance, two men began to fight, knocking over the barrel and sending burning fuel across the floor. The hall burst into flames, and the building was evacuated.
Once outside, King realized that he had left his guitar inside so he went back into the burning building to retrieve his beloved $30 Gibson guitar. King learned the next day that the two men that started the fire had been fighting over a woman who worked at the hall named Lucille. King named that guitar, and every guitar he subsequently owned, Lucille, as a reminder never again to do something as stupid as run into a burning building or fight over women
I did gave a name to my guitar, I just don't use it, it's just for myself, I don't go on boasting about her name with some shady backstory about a girl who owes money for a car or whatnot, it's just how I feel...
A few years ago I bought a rahter nice (for me, anyway) acoustic. A friend of mine kept insisting that I name it. I kept telling him I'm not really into that kind of thing, but he kept insisting. And insisting. And insisting.
So finally I told him I had a name for it.
Which also happened to be the name of his batshit-crazy ex-wife.
Strangely, he never brought it up again.