Last night, I got a wild hair and wanted to see how I looked with my Les Paul strung on.
Now, I know: it's embarrassing to admit you looked at yourself in the mirror like some closet rockstar.
But I saw something I had never seen before: How beautiful my Les Paul is! I see it hanging on my wall. I see it when I look down on it while playing.
I never realized how beautiful my Paul is until I saw that light hit it. Beautiful cherry sunburst showing rays and flames everywhere, but a deep, rich red at the same time. I knew it was beautiful, but I wasn't prepared for just how beautiful.
So strap that guitar on and look at yourself but more importantly, look at your guitar in the bathroom mirror. No shame. Hahaha