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I went into the acoustic room and there were three guys playing Norteño music. So friggin’ cool.
When I went to check out the guy at the register, who clearly loves his job, enthusiastically says to me as put packs of strings on the counter, “New strings! Yeah! Let’s do this!”
Whoa.
I told him I thought one of the cool things about going into the acoustic room here is there’s always someone playing or noodling on the guitars.
He says, ”Hell yeah! Fucking cool. I’ve learned in my time working here. There are two kinds of people who go into the acoustic room… Those who don’t have a damn clue and people in bands.”
