Steve206
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On one of my many trips through the guitar/music/recording/spare bedroom, on the way to let the dog out of the house, I looked down at the end table, next to the couch.
A lamp, a case of old dominos[?], three slides - Glass, Brass and Ceramic, a Kyser capo and a Korg Ca-30 tuner. It is a piece of crap table and the only reason it is in the room is that I did not have another one to substitute.
Reminds me, a little, of an old cowboys room, that my Dad and the cowboy, allowed me into, a long time ago. The cowboy lived in this house with his wife and daughter and he had outbuildings and barns and horses and dogs. But, in one of the bedrooms, there was a small table, in the shape of a saddle, located at the end of the bed and in front of a chair.
Hung off of the pommel of this table was a gunbelt and holster with a real pistol. There were extra bullets in little loops on the belt. The small table was in the room to provide the fulcrum needed to help get a boot off of your foot. It also served as a place to hang a holster. I wanted to touch that gun with all my heart. It had a Matt Dillon smell to it and I already owned, twin, fanner fifties from Mattel, that I used to draw against the Marshall, during the start of Gunsmoke, every week, at 6:30.
A lamp, a case of old dominos[?], three slides - Glass, Brass and Ceramic, a Kyser capo and a Korg Ca-30 tuner. It is a piece of crap table and the only reason it is in the room is that I did not have another one to substitute.
Reminds me, a little, of an old cowboys room, that my Dad and the cowboy, allowed me into, a long time ago. The cowboy lived in this house with his wife and daughter and he had outbuildings and barns and horses and dogs. But, in one of the bedrooms, there was a small table, in the shape of a saddle, located at the end of the bed and in front of a chair.
Hung off of the pommel of this table was a gunbelt and holster with a real pistol. There were extra bullets in little loops on the belt. The small table was in the room to provide the fulcrum needed to help get a boot off of your foot. It also served as a place to hang a holster. I wanted to touch that gun with all my heart. It had a Matt Dillon smell to it and I already owned, twin, fanner fifties from Mattel, that I used to draw against the Marshall, during the start of Gunsmoke, every week, at 6:30.
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