So. I love guitar stuff. Guitars, pedals, rack gear, amps, tubes – you name it! I’m a bit of a gearhead. Not nearly as bad as some of my contemporaries, but I’m certainly an avid enthusiast.
So tonight I went to the home of some like-minded friends who I love dearly. Some of the few people who I can talk to about this stuff that actually give a crap.
Which got me thinking about Whit. She doesn’t care about guitar stuff. She doesn’t know much about it. But she listens and tries to learn about it. And she asks me questions about it. And she doesn’t shut me up while I go on and on about it. And she does her best to try to care. She keeps her ear out for ‘good tone.’ And she compliments me on my good (GREAT) tone. She knows that it’s something that I love and she shows me that what I love is important to her even if she doesn’t share that affinity.
And that, my dearest friends, is true love.