Three Outstanding Birds

“I made the show!”

“What show?”

“What’s that?” Let me explain.

This crazy idea started to culminate in late January of this year (2020). I signed up for a one-week blues guitar challenge on Facebook hosted by Tony Polecastro of the Acoustic Tuesday Show from Bozeman, MT.

About a year and a half ago, I discovered that every Tuesday morning, Tony Polecastro brings you his list of acoustic guitar gear finds, music discoveries, and inspiration to keep you on the right path to maximum fun on your acoustic guitar journey.

Since every episode is posted on YouTube, you can watch it on demand. And I watched each episode every Wednesday morning, before work, while practicing guitar.

As a regular viewer of the program, I noticed Tony repeatedly promoting the idea of, “Show us your Guitarsenal.”

Purchase any Acoustic Tuesday merchandise, take a photo of you wearing said merchandise with your guitar collection (your guitarsenal), tell us your story, and post it to the Acoustic Life TV website. We will feature you on the show.

So I did . . . with a little twist.

My guitarsenal featured a real arsenal. A McDonnell Douglas Skyhawk A-4MII.

In hindsight, my photo couldn’t have appeared on a more appropriate episode: How the Gibson Hummingbird Changed the World ★ Acoustic Tuesday #134. Tony featured three very outstanding birds. The Gibson Hummingbird, the Bluebird Cafe, and the McDonnell Douglas Skyhawk A-4.

You’ve gotta check it out. Go to my blog, search for PBall001 and click this link to view the episode and Tony’s reaction; it’s priceless.

My comment to him was, “I’m humbled that you posted the photo of my "tiny" guitar collection (for now). Yes, I'm dreaming big - looking to add a Martin to my collection, or should it be the Gibson Hummingbird. So many beautiful possibilities.”

“Maybe both, yea, right (don't tell my wife). Thanks again.”

As James Allen wrote, "Dream lofty dreams, and so shall you become.”

Guitar Geeks Unite!

I'm Patrick Ball; thanks for listening. See you in the next episode.

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