You could actually go shopping for guitars again. If you do too little, in general. And specifically, there are a few fine offers. For example, the Fender Mustang that Kurt Cobain used in the 1991 video for “Smells Like Teen Spirit” (or at least is said to have used credibly enough – who really knows exactly where and when from the heroin-poisoned 90s is making the rounds more and more? put down the guitar). She is part of a really very large devotional auction of Julien’s Auctionswhich, as if the whole process weren’t already suspicious enough, is taking place at New York’s Hard Rock Cafe of all places (May 20-22, in case anyone cares to put it on the calendar).
Stuff by Eddie Van Halen is sold, among other things, queen, Elvis, Lady Gaga, Michael Jackson, Little Richard, Elton John, Bob Dylan, Eric Clapton, Cher, Bob Marley or Jimi Hendrix. Including a drum kit Quarry Menthe band in which John Lennon before the beatles played. Also the clothes Madonna wore in “Material Girl” (although what I said above about guitars and the ’90s might apply here). Both, as you might say, are the auction house’s hobbies. It was credited with selling Marilyn Monroe’s ‘Happy Birthday, Mr. President’ dress in the Guinness Book. A drum set belonging to Beatles drummer Ringo Starr went for more than two million. The guitar on which Cobain played “The Man Who Sold The World” at MTV Unplugged, which was only for financial weekend planning in May, brought in a good six million almost two years ago (a refillable plastic pill bottle in which he was carrying his prescription stomach pills: 3840). dollars though. Basically a gift.
Actually “The Man, who didn’t sell the world”: Kurt Cobain on MTV Unplugged with the later six million dollar guitar.
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And anyway an exciting field: More progressive asset managers now even recommend guitars as an investment. They don’t necessarily have to be played by famous dead people. only old Very old. 1950s: moon prices. Quick six figures. 60s also slowly. A few years ago they met Matthias Jabs, the guitarist of the scorpion, who had just opened a shop in Munich at the time, where he sold both new and expensive old items – a Gibson for around 300,000 euros, for example. And of course you wanted to know who would buy a guitar at this price. Very cautious, but also a bit casual answer: “Well, there are these people.”
Oh, the warning is basically unnecessary, people who buy such guitars tend not to play them, but, Cobain: left-handers. So that would have to be taken into account.
At this point, then, a very private appeal: Many years ago, the author had a Fender Stratocaster stolen in an industrial area in the west of Munich – Mexican, to be sure, but with a really fine, warm tone and still enough Strat click. Great sunburst finish too. He loved her very much. So he wishes the thief very stubborn, very large kidney stones – but would still pay him ransom anyway.
The press release for the new EP by closes very smoothly with that hardship to: “The guitars are gone.” Instead, “Träume von Ausfremdung” (Ungemach) has terrifying industrial beats, horribly acidic synth screeches and a dark black, well, you can call it rap, that tells of times of isolation. Altogether a lot of pathos, but quite soothing. Flight altitude textually: Rammstein for people who are far too young to have misplaced guitars or clothes in the 90s. Flying high musically: Casper, who was locked in a hole in the ground in a Kaspar-Hauser-like experiment and saw the first people ten years later in a glaring room full of extremely loud Moog synthesizers.
On the other hand, life here is completely different: “My favorite thing these days is to sit by the window after breakfast in the morning, drink coffee, read and listen to Sun Ra while the sun shines through the trees of the forest,” says the indie pop -Schrat Kurt Vile announce the new album. Instead of actually traveling, he traveled a lot in his head, he says. “On the piano or on my guitar.” That’s what “(watch my moves)” sounds like too. Dirty guitars, dirty vocals, dirty lyrics (“Flyin like a fast train / I don’t feel a thing / Till when I pull into my station I just… crash n’ burn – yeah”). And otherwise lots of sepia colored light. Is good.