The Process of Changing Guitar Strings = Of The Devil

So I like to play the guitar in my spare time. I have this little Crafter travel guitar that I absolutely love. Unfortunately, the strings were beginning to wear down. (I have a lot of spare time.) Actually, they were pretty much… dead – if strings can be classified as dead. All I know is that they were on the verge of snapping at any given moment. I’m supposed to help a friend play a few songs on Friday, so I knew it was time to change the strings. If one of those things snapped in the middle of a song, my friend would be on her own for I’d be standing next to her contemplating my stupidity.

The only problem is that I hate changing guitar strings. Personally, I’ve done it only a couple of times so the fact that I don’t have much practice might be the reason as to why I hate it so much. After making a quick trip to the music store, I began to replace the old, worn strings. I won’t bore you with the details of unwinding, winding, tuning, cutting, and playing. All you need to know is that it took me a long time to do it. By the time I was done, my back was killing me from slumping over the guitar. I’m a perfectionist. Everything had to be right. So after an hour or so of slumping, after giving my hands cramps from turning the tuning pegs, after poking myself a million times with the ends of those stupid strings and having them slap me in the face, my guitar looks and sounds beautiful.

I hope my friend knows what I went through to make sure my end of the bargain was working fine. The things I do for a friend. It’s pathetic, really.