Blind Rage & A Middle Finger To My D String

Something amusing happened to me today.

Now, I’ve written about how I believe the Universe speaks and sends messages, in what I suspect is a near parallel to how dream and the unconscious functions. At the time it seems some chance occurrence that was either so profound or incredibly frustrating, and you have no idea why the thing occurred. But I’ve found that if you wait these things out, you can accurately determine why the event took place. I’m still in a bit of rage of disbelief and it’s only been a few hours since it happened, so I’m still hypothesizing answers.

With that said, yesterday I was playing guitar in my room when my D string suddenly snapped off. I hate when that happens, and it’s happened to me enough times that I get immediately agitated when it does. And of course I have every other string in the house but that one. So I resolved to walk to my local music shop the next day to get another string so I could quickly replace it (I’m playing a open mic tonight).

So today, at around 11 o’clock, I walk 20 minutes to the local music shop and tell the owner about the string. I end up asking if it’s possible I could just get one string and not the whole pack because I just want to quickly replace it. I know if you change the strings it’s important to treat them like tires – You don’t know replace one, you replace all of them at the same time. That’s just really how it should be done.

[There’s another thing I should probably add here: I’m terrible at changing strings. I mean, I can do it as well as the average guitar player. Sure, I can string it through the tuning knob hole and turn the knob ’til I get the note I need, but within the past few years I’ve been adamant on getting the process right. There’s a certain way to do it so that it looks perfectly coiled (I also believe it’s better for the guitar when it’s done that way too). Imagine how the strings look on the headstock when you walk into a guitar store. I’ve been trying to do that, and every time I do I fail miserably. Only when I do it under the supervision of my guitar tech do I get it right.]

So he’s unsure of what the gauge of the D string should be (for my particular guitar) and hands me a .32 gauge (the thickness of the string, basically) and says, “Well, that should be close to what you need”. My heart seized up – I didn’t want it to be close. I wanted it to be accurate. I’ve strung my guitar with the wrong gauge before and kind of messed up the nut and my saddle. If they’re too fat, it’s not good for the guitar. But I payed for the string anyway and left.

When I left, I still didn’t feel right about it. I even went on Google to search to see if I could find the correct gauge. Long story short, I made myself go back and after telling my story, asked the guy if I could just exchange the string I just bought for a pack of strings (with the correct gauge) and pay the difference. “For peace of mind,” I said. It was no problem at all and he understood.

So I walk all the way back home to change the string. Turns out the whole time the .32 WAS correct. When you by a pack of .11 or .12 gauge strings, the D and A strings are the same size for both sets. (I also confirmed this online) So I kinda felt like an idiot. So I’m changing the string, trying to remember when my tech taught me, I’m winding the string and guess what? It POPS. The string fucking pops off and breaks. I wanted to cry and punch a wall.

That was the only D string I had. Not only that, but I could’ve saved $7 and just bought the original one he sold me!

Blind rage, I tell you. Blind rage.

Luckily, I have another guitar I can use for tonight (who’s strings hopefully won’t break on me) but I’m still pissed.

I ordered a new pack of strings online, and I guess I’ll have to see my guitar tech when they come so we can put them on together and can learn how to do this once and for all.

It’s just so irritating when shit doesn’t work out and goes wrong.

But to go back to my original point – So why did this happen? What’s going on here?

Is there a lesson to be learned? A point to be understood? Just random BS?

Maybe it’s a lesson in “we have no control”; Stop trying so hard; No matter what we do, the end result will be the same.

Maybe it’s bad karma – But to me, even that has a moral when it happens.

And I don’t believe in random chance.

I’m still pondering…and waiting for illumination.

Author: Roe

she/her. Songwriter & Trek Punk Soul™.

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