Memoirs of Extraordinary Popular Delusions V2

It can make the hair bristle on the back of a neck. It can even make the eyes search every inch of a room, including the empty closet and the dark recess under the bed. It is a Gibson guitar, collecting dust with its very soul trapped in wood and wire–and it has a story to tell: from the roaring crowds of a rock star, to a stalking cat in a pawn shop, to the arms of a country girl in a trailer park. Oh yes indeed, it has a story to tell, and the eyes may never look at a guitar the same way again.