While tagging along to the guitar store a few months back, I fell in love with a bubblegum pink (Hello) KittyCaster. Yeah, it’s a cheap, Fender-sanctioned-Stratocaster-knockoff with a horrible pickup, but with something that obnoxious smiling at you from the guitar stand across the room, how could anyone resist picking it up?

The first song that I learned was “Whole Wide World” by Wreckless Eric. A-E-easy! If only they were all so simple.

I’m not exactly sure how or why it happened, but at some point I graduated from the KittyCaster to Cliff’s gorgeous crimson red Paul Reed Smith guitar, that had been languishing in it’s case for 5+ years. I keep telling myself that the KittyCaster’s buzzy and tinny growls will be great for punk, or at the very least to be taken to the beach, but it is so evident that what I originally thought was love, was just infatuation with saccharin. This time, I swear I’m in love for real!