3.4.2003 Bath Music
The year was 1983. I was a junior in Franklin Delano Roosevelt High School and about to take my first formal guitar class. The only problem was that I didn’t have an acoustic guitar of my own to bring to class. I had already been playing for about 2 years now, self-taught, but I owned just an electric guitar and once in a while, I played my sister’s acoustic. Mainly, I banged around some classic Rock and Roll tunes—you know, every young kid’s desire.
There were larger guitar shops in the city, but they usually sold higher end equipment. There was a local guitar shop called, “Bath Music”, named after the street it resided on, Bath Avenue. All I had was forty dollars. I know this doesn’t sound a lot. But it really wasn’t a lot either back then to try and purchase such an instrument.
I remembering entering the store at about 6PM, an hour before it closed. It was a family owned business, run by an older couple. They were always nice and courteous to me. The older man searched the store for about an hour before he submerged out with an acoustic guitar that went for about $90—but was willing to give it to me for $40. Not like it made a lot of sense, but sometimes things are just like that.
It was a pretty decent guitar too.