Low Note Rumble

I zipped through the front door and skidded straight into the living room! Leaning right against the armchair was an acoustic guitar, its bronze strings catching the warm amber lamp glow. An oversized high-wire? Say less! I scrambled up the neck, dropped onto the body, and gave the thickest wound string a solid yank with both gloves. THUMMM! The whole hollow wooden body erupted into a deep, velvety vibration that rattled straight up through my sneakers. I kicked my feet up over the rosewood bridge, propped my head back against the polished spruce, and let the bass hum rock my battery down for the night.