As some of you who’ve seen my posts know, I am a sucker for the Fender Telecaster Guitar. Any Telecaster, for that matter, as some of my purchases, and photos reveal.
Thus, as I was rummaging a flea market recently, captivated by a little Tele, apparently abandoned by a child who was advancing either to the real thing, ( as this one is a toy) or, anticipating Santa filling their stockings with a whole new batch of toys for Christmas, I thought, either-way, even if it’s just a toy it is a Telecaster.
“Let’s look over here at the paintings,” my wife said. Okay. I responded, her words reverberating, never quite striking a note of recognition in my preoccupied mind.
Something about this little guitar… I couldn’t put my finger on it, ─ as the look in my wife’s eyes said, “It’s Just a Toy!”
Oh … the monsterish look… the seething teeth snarling at me like Lizzie Borden with her axe, saying; ”Get over here before I tear your ears off and ─ “
No, not my wife silly, the Telecaster! Okay, okay, the toy telecaster. It’s still a Telecaster!
Something so familiar, seemingly calling my name had me under its spell, causing me to drift into a dream world. Then I remembered rescuing a guy who said there was a “Monster” hiding in his closet a few years ago. I fearlessly went in after that hideous creature, with its samurai sharp, skull crushing claws, and slithery, serpentine, scaled muscular body, grabbed it around the neck, reared my head back in the classic “Mel Gibson head-butting” position and ─ kissed it like a baby!!!
Almost kissed the guy who sold it to me too, but, I didn’t want him to raise the price for the guitar…
You may remember the one featured here: Obey Propaganda Telecaster .
And, of course, as I stated in the post, the “Obey Propaganda Fender Squire Telecaster ” wasn’t my first choice of paint and graphics, but, just like this little toy ─ it is, after-all a Telecaster.
Suddenly, I awakened from my trance, snatched back to reality, when my wife called out; ” Oh, look at this one.”
I turned, barely making out her shapely form meandering through a double row of lanterns, lamps, and shades, when… the light came on in my head…
I turned again to my little Telecaster (toy) friend, beaming a whole new tune, knowing exactly how to fit him into the shopping cart, and get him back to my little work shop; with my wife’s harmonious approval, and ─ well, the rest is ‘Telecaster History”