A sunburst acoustic
June
I know three chords, and it has heard all of them.
Small nights for collectors, in a shop after closing.
There’s food and drinks, a game in the corner, and a week later your piece has a page of its own.
Night No. 3, at Sleepy Dog Guitars: eleven guitars, just as many stories, and the best homemade chili we’ve had in years.
The shop closed at six, and the last guitar went back in its case a little after ten.
Walt
It sat under my aunt’s bed for thirty years.
June
I know three chords, and it has heard all of them.
Dee
The first loud thing I ever owned.
Marcus
It takes ten minutes to tune, and I’ve never minded.
From closing time to a page of your own, in six beats.
1
The owner lets our group in, and then locks the front door.
2
One favorite thing from your collection, with your first name on a folded tag.
3
Something warm on the folding table. Nobody dresses up.
4
One at a time, each piece and its story, audio recorded with your permission.
5
A few small games, for anyone who wants to play.
6
Every piece gets a page with its picture and its story, and so does the shop.
Every night is somewhere different, and every one gets a page.
Night No. 3 · Guitars
Eleven pieces, and the shop dog asleep on the rug.
See the shop’s page →Night No. 2 · Records
Nine pieces, and supper among the crates.
See the shop’s page →Night No. 1 · Video games
Ten pieces, and the TV by the door left on.
See the shop’s page →It’s always free. You pick the night and invite your regulars.
Tell me about your shop →Two ways to be part of the next one.
I’m always looking for collectors and hosts, so get on the list here. That’s how you get invited.
Want me to host one for your group? Tell me what you want to do, and I’ll make it happen.
Tell me what you want to do