Dr. Frank's What's-it

Johnny Guitar Watson

I got a bunch of stuff out of storage and was taking stock and inventorying guitars and other things, and had this mini-freakout when I imagined that a guitar was missing. It was kind of a special one, and the thought that I'd somehow misplaced it was too much. I got that dizzy, curtains-drawing-across-my-field-of-vision feeling that often precedes my waking up on the ground staring up at a ring of horrified people screaming "are you all right?" at me. (Though in this particular instance, considering those present besides me, the only thing anyone would have been able to scream at me was "meow.") But, it didn't quite happen. And, as it turned out, the guitar was hiding in plain sight all along, in a case I was somehow not seeing despite the fact that I had been looking directly at it. (It's the one pictured here, the main guitar I played on Our Bodies Our Selves, Women Who Loved Them, and Love is Dead.)

The guy who sold it to me way back when told me that the previous owner had been Johnny Guitar Watson. No idea if that was true or not, but whoever owned it before me, I'm glad I've still got it. Because it would really suck to just, like, misplace a whole guitar like that.