Though I inevitably fail, pride is something I try to completly quell.
I will say though that to look back at relish what one has gone through to get where he/she is, is always interesting and often exciting. To do it it with reference to my own life is simply fun reminiscence or nostaliga.
I think the appeal of a beat up bass is in its story. When we first began dating, my fiance (May 8, 2010) wrote a poem which sits on my desk at work. One of the verses references scars on my arms then eludes to the unique and intimate story it tells when she rubs her fingers over them.
Similarly, my nick here, lowlife350, was in reference to Nefertiti, my 1990 Chevy 350 lowrider, before my allegiance to the lowend. Nefertiti was cherry when I bought her, and I honstly tried to keep her that way. But 8 years of being a struggling student forced me to prioritize. Now, Nefertiti still sits with the wear and abuse of a poor college kid. She mostly suffered from neglect and could really use some counseling; but the abusive wear I see on my truck, for me, reflects many of my past trials and instantly takes me back to those moments.
Still though, when I sit in the drivers seat, and rev that 350 with those headers and that dual flowmaster exhaust, I feel no other vehicle compares. It's like I am at home. It isn't the best looking truck on the road, but that pride creeps up on me when that Ford F-150 or mustang pulls up along side.
Blah Blah Blah...sorry...anyway, that being said. It seems asinine that to pay 100's or 1000's more for something to look like someone took a hammer and sandpaper to.
Anyone looking for a "Road Worn" can rent out my chisels and rasps.
(know though that is isn't just instruments. Jeans have been sold ripped and faded for many years. The latest, or maybe dying, trend in decorating seems to be distressed furniture and floors. Again...I am not totaly sure why new should look old)
