Wednesday, July 11, 2012

The 5 People You'll See at Guitar Center


                I love Guitar Center. It’s a phenomenally unique store – a vast expanse full of instruments that you can actually try. It doesn’t matter if you’re into acoustic guitar, bass, or synthesizers, Guitar Center has all its bases covered and has almost anything a musician could want. The atmosphere is laid back, the music is always great, and the employees are never hellbent on getting a commission. I’m not ashamed to say I’ll go by myself just to enjoy the ambience, take down a guitar I’ll never possibly be able to afford, and have some fun – even if the standard store has about four leftie guitars and three of them are Stratocasters.
                I’ve been going to Guitar Center consistently for the past four years, and after a while I’ve found that there are certain people that always seem to show up – individuals that add to the fun of dropping by simply because of how they act in the store. I can’t say I love them or hate them because, at their core, they add some much needed humor to any trip. So here is my salute to the five people you’ll see at Guitar Center.

1                 1.)    The Newbie
Bless his soul, but Smoke on the Water has never been harder. Wide-eyed, untrained, and incredibly lost, Newbies don’t know their way around the store yet, much less a guitar yet, and are usually the guy you see stumbling over a stray chord or searching futilely for a pick because they’re afraid of asking an employee. They are, quite simply, adorable – and I mean that in the least condescending way possible. Let’s face it, we were all there once, and the last thing you’d want is to shatter the confidence of someone who’s just started playing. Their knowledge usually comes down to Smells Like Teen Spirit, Wonderwall, or some other fairly simple pop song, which explains why the Newbie will be incredibly intimidated by the regulars shredding away at Metallica or Led Zeppelin. Nevertheless, Newbies fall into two categories:
                On the one hand, you have the Newbie who’s well-aware of his lack of experience and incredibly self-conscious about it. To this end, he’ll sit far away from anyone else, take down an unassuming or fairly crappy guitar (usually a Squier or an Epiphone), and play whatever simplistic melodies he’s learned so far. Sometimes, he’s too shy to even plug into an amp, and satisfies himself with barely being able to even hear himself. Othertimes, he finds a small amp and turns it up to minimum volume, apologizing heavily whenever people hear him and pay attention. Invariably, he’ll either exhaust his repertoire, or get frustrated when he sees and hears people better than himself, and make a quiet exit. What this Newbie doesn’t realize is that, quite probably, no one has cared about what they were doing or playing. And because they’re in and out so quickly, no one really noticed. It’s the effort that counts.
                On the other hand, there’s the Newbie who hasn’t quite realized how good he is. Strutting into the store, he’ll take down an Ibanez or a Jackson, plug it into a massive beast of an amp, and proceed to blurt out everyone else’s playing as he engages in a clumsy rendition of Back in Black.  He either chooses to ignore the glares and numerous faults he makes, or simply doesn’t see or hear them. Like the first Newbie, he’s got a limited song arsenal, and so he’s not likely to be in the store for long, but his ego (and his attack) gives him far more of a presence. It’s this kind of Newbie that people are more likely to make fun of. Typically accompanied by a girlfriend or someone they’re trying to impress, even if you don’t see this guy, you’ll hear him.

2) The Hipster in over his head/The frightened Douchebag
                I have nothing against hipsters. That’s a lie. I have everything against hipsters, and even more against douchebags. Immediately identifiable by their ugly (Excuse me, I mean ‘ironic’) facial hair or Abercrombie polos, this guy stumbles into the store and immediately realizes just how out of place they are. Days of plunking away on a crappy acoustic can’t possibly have prepared them for a store where everyone is suddenly better than them. Again, they’re likely to be accompanied by girlfriends, either as a method to show how ‘artsy’ they are, or how they’re decent at guitar.
                Within five seconds, their sense of superiority evaporated, they’ll begin a self-inflicted walk of shame through the electric guitar section in a desperate sally to the acoustic room as they perceive everyone to start judging them. As with the Newbie, no one particularly cares, but for a person defined by their ego, this is a crushing blow to their self-perception.  Finally, they find their way to the acoustic room and disappear, only to find that, shocker, people can be better than them at acoustic guitar too.
                But that can’t stop them. They’ve got a lady to impress, and that means anything will do. The only unfortunate thing they’ve forgotten is when the guy you’re sitting next to is playing a perfect rendition of Wish you Were Here as you fumble to make an A chord, you’re not fooling anyone. Ultimately, it’s a sad day for this guy when he decides to brag by going to Guitar Center, not just because he hasn’t quite realized how much he sucks, but because someone’s there to see him do it. Will sometimes morph into the Newbie.
                Alternatively, they may be the guy there with the ukulele. You know. That guy.
                
 3) The God
                Like the second Newbie, this person puts a gag on the rest of the store, but they do it not     necessarily by being loud. Usually above the age of 40, this guy takes down a venerable guitar and proceeds to absolutely destroy it. It doesn’t matter what exactly he’s playing – heads turn, noise ceases, and everyone is held in awe of his siren song. Somehow, he makes it sound completely unrehearsed and completely fantastic.
                His skills run the gambit of everything technical you could imagine – string skipping, sweeping, tapping, you name it, he does it. As everyone in the store puts their guitar away, filled with self-loathing, he keeps going. This is the guy everyone there wants to be, and even though he’s just there to have fun, it comes at the expense of everyone else’s desire to play. Ultimately, everyone will be too embarrassed to ask for his words of wisdom, but when he gets up and finally leaves, there’s a palpable exhale as everyone simultaneously realizes how incredible he was.
                
 4) The Bassist
                    You don’t hear him at the gig and you won’t hear him in the store. He operates in a different world – a world characterized by things like ‘Rickenbackers’ and ‘Fender Jazz basses’. His guitars only have four strings, and his amps are specially designed for him and him alone. You don’t quite understand him.
                
 5) The Drummer
                Like the bassist, he lives in a completely different world. A world you don’t understand and, quite frankly, are a bit terrified of. You never find yourself able to find him when you need to play a gig or start a band, but nevertheless, he always manages to show up when you’re not looking. Even better, if you ask him, he’s already taken. It’s a vicious circle that you can’t quite seem to get out of.
                He’s a regular looking fellow – might even dress a bit like a bro. At first glance, you might think he’s a Frightened Douchebag, but as he confidently heads to the drum section, you know what kind of person you’re dealing with. And if you don’t, the rhythmic apocalypse that comes out of it will certainly tell you.
                Drummers are terrifying in how unassuming they are. They’ll quietly enter, quietly leave, but you’ll sure as hell hear them as they’re trying new gear. Even scarier is, as mentioned before, how they don’t look the part at all in most cases. This leads you to understand why you can’t ever find a drummer – because they’re hiding in plain sight.
                As you realize the error of your ways, the drummer leaves just as silently as he came in. Whoops.
                                               
                               

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