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I don't have any beef with GC. I treat it like Fry's - get in, grab, get out.
There was this store in Milwaukee called Faust Music, I think. Pretty much a one-man drum shop, but he also had some incredible vintage guitars hanging on the walls - they'd be considered vintage if they'd ever been sold. These were NOS Ricks and Gretsches that had been in the store for 20 years.
Well, try as I might, I could never get into the shop to buy one. The last time I tried, I pounded on the locked door. Faust unbolts the door, but blocks me from entering.
Faust: What do you want?
Me: I'd like to look at some guitars.
Faust: Which one do you want?
Me: I'm not sure. I'd like to see what you've got.
Faust: I've got Les Pauls and Fenders. You want to play one, you give me eight hundred bucks and I'll pull one down.
Me: But... I... uh... (as he locks the door)
I never got into the shop.
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