#guitarcases

[guitargallerytn]

Check out Calton Lowden S Deep Sea Blue Flight Case

[jeremy-styron]

Rock album art 101: Look aloof and gaze anywhere except at the camera ... #rockandroll #cat #catsofinstagram #rockcat #guitar #catstagram #catlover #catmemes #catlife #guitarcase #albumart (at Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpwEpCzOU--/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jromansky]

Just getting a handle on things #jromanskyphotography #johnromanskyphotography #fender #blacknwhite #bass #guitarcase #music https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpq3-JIOi9D/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[beattopia]

Blackwood presentation case by @larkins5151 Gorgeous colour. Two pack finish. Wall mount or floor standing. Perspex window. Felt trim. At Melbourne Guitar Show this coming weekend. Caulfield racecourse. Saturday and Sunday. Get at it. @melbourneguitarshow #melbourneguitarshow #williamhancockguitars #larkinsworkshop #blackwood #guitarcase #guitarpresentationcase #twopackfinish #bewdy (at Fitzroy North, Victoria, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpPA6U5Spyw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[stochastique-blog]

Tell me what you want ! What you really really want

#AirCanada kindly and quickly fixed my #GuitarCase buckle, that they broke, on my flight flight to #CalgaryAB (at Victoria, British Columbia)

[idiotcurls]

IMAGINE THIS! Eddie is a musician, Steve is studying to become a teacher. Right before Steve's exams, he goes to a cafe to study. The Band arrives to play a gig and Eddie knocks over a glass of water with his guitar case.

Eddie has a up and coming band, they are playing small gigs all around the country. Even though they gathered up quite a following, they still haven't signed to any major label yet. Because they are not posers or whatever. The fans love Corroded Coffin, for the hard sounds with the clever thoughtful lyrics and also due to the fact that Eddie is a very charismatic frontman, who has the allure of an old timey rock star. Steve is sitting in the café, studying for his exams, writing frantically on his laptop, his glasses on the tip of his nose. Since he had a hard time in high school, he still thinks he is less than in the intellectual departmen, which is of course not true. And he has an amazing hand with the kids he is currently teaching, as student teacher. When Eddie and his band arrive at the venue, loud, all dressed in black leather, some instruments carried on their backs, he doesn't even look up. Steve was used to bands playing in the back of the venue. The café and bar area was only separated by a small glass door, so he was usually gone by the time, they got on the stage. But today the weather wasn't exactly on his side, he wasn't going to walk home in the pouring rain, risking a cold. It was too close to exam season. Eddie's hair was dripping wet, some of the droplets are running into his eyes. While Gareth is asking for someone to show them where to set up their stuff, Eddie ventures into the café area, to steal some napkins off a table. When he turns around to leave again, tapping over his eyes, the swing of his guitarcase knocks over a glass of water on a table behind him. Whos table you ask? Why, of course Steve Harrington's. What a terrible coincidence. Steve jumps up, shouting "FUCK" as he gathers up napkins trying to dry up the spilled water on his keypad. Startled by the cussing behind him, Eddie turns around and immediately recognises the damage he had caused. "Oh my god, I'm so fucking sorry, here, I'll get you more napkins, or a towel. Gareth!! Ask the waiter if he has a towel?!" Gareth looks up from his conversation with one of the staff member and just shakes his head in an annoyed fashion. Like Munson was up to some bullshit again and he wasn't going to be part of it.

Eddie is frantically bringing more napkins to the table, furthering Steve's annoyance at him. "Please.. just fucking stop, man." He is wiping his wet hands on his blue jeans looking at the laptop mournfully. "It's already fucking ruined. Shit." Steve sighs and walks around the table, a hand over his mouth, looking at the crime scene, wondering how he could afford another laptop that fast. But that long haired idiot, who knocked over his glass kept on babbling, ignoring the fact that Steve was in the middle of a crisis. "Listen, oh my god, I'm so sorry man. I read, that you shouldn't turn in on for bit after, uh, a spillage. Maybe it will dry? Or maybe we should put some rice on it? Maybe they have rice in the kitchen. Gareth?- My friend Nancy says that is bullshit, but-" "STOP! Please just go away." Steve sounded desprate. Eddie raised his hands in defeat, still holding some Napkins. "Okay. I'm sorry. I'm with the band, who plays tonight. You can message us for a refund, or repair.", he says more calmly and walks away. Steve watches the young man walk back to his band members, he assumed, at least. They all wearing the same sort of clothes. "What are you doing with all those Napkins?", Jeff asks bemused. "Just shut up, man." Steve is close to tears. All of his notes and work he already did ahead of time were on the laptop. He did not safe them anywhere else. He grabs his coat and cigarette and leaves the café to have a smoke. If anyone wants to take any of his other stuff, they were free to do so, everything was ruined anyway. He watches the band carry all their amps and instruments in, from a little distance. There was a quick glance exchanged between him and that long haired idiot. He looks like a beaten puppy with those big sad eyes. Shit, now Steve felt like an asshole. Back inside, Steve waited for a while, to turn on his laptop, like the idiot had said. Meanwhile he was texting his best friend Robin the details of the worst evening in his life. She is sympathetic and hopeful, that the gods were in favour of his laptop. And while she didn't think Steve was the villain of the play, he might have been a bit harsh. They guy with the curls didn't do it on purpose, to ruin his life. After a while Steve breaths in deeply and exhales. He presses the on button. The laptops starts. He types in his password. Loading. All of his open tabs and word documents appear. The laptop was alive. He tries to write some words and all the keys work. A sigh of relieve. The gods had mercy on his computer in the end. After thanking the universe, Steve's eyes wander to the other side of the café. Behind the glass door, the band is setting up and starting to do some sound checking with the technician.

The idiot is holding his guitar, strumming a few chords and signing the thumbs up to the tech girl, who nods, looking bored. Now he is singing along to his chords, his eyes closed, like he is feeling the music or something. Steve finds, the idiot has a very beautiful voice. And a handsome face. He sighs. With that new information the apology is going to become even harder. When the band is done soundchecking and Eddie climbs off the stage, bickering and laughing with his band mates, Steve decides to go for it. "You can do this, dingus." pops up on his phone, before he puts it back into his pocket.

When Steve walks up to Eddie, the others are still rumaging around. Before Steve can open his mouth to say a single word, Eddie raises his hand. "Let me stop you there. I talked to the guys. We have a door-deal with the venue. Depending on how much money we make, you can have some of the money to pay for the repair." Eddie chuckles. "Now we just have to pray some people show up." Steve raises his left eyebrow, listening to him. "It's not like theres no people coming to our gigs, it's just that it's raining, and it's a weekday, people are at work..." Eddie is rambling again.

"Hey, can I say something too?" Steve chimes in, stern but not unkind. "Uh, sure." Eddie answers. "My laptop is fine. Everything works. I wanted to apologize for being a dick." Steve takes down his glasses and puts them on the top of his head. "I was just very stressed. You didn't do it on purpose." Eddie looks down and smiles. He seems shy.

"I'm a bit clumsy.... yeah." Steve finds it almost funny, that a guy like him, who just confidently sang on a stage, becomes shy like that. "Well, don't worry about it. I just thought... It's fine." Eddie looks up at him. "Why dont you stay for the set? Be our guest?" Steve does not answer. "I'll put you on my bar-tab. Stay and listen. Here- have a tape." Steve looks at the tape he got handed. "I don't have anything to play this on..." "Don't worry. I'll make it worth your while. Get a drink. We start in 20 minutes." Everything in Steve says, it's better to go home. Sleep and study. But he does stay for the set, to see the charaismatic idiot in action.

and then they fall in love or something.

[scottapez]

a guitar and her guitarcase are kinda like a princess and her knight if you think about it

[6lostgirl6]

Hey friend:)

Could I request a blurb for Paul w a musical s/o? They could be anything from a street performer to a famous musician, whatever you want:)

Thank you so much❤️

Magic Fingers

Pairing: Paul x Street Performer G/n!Reader

TW: fluff, sexual innuendos cause it's Paul MINORS DNI

You smiled, finishing off the song with a few strums of the guitar. The crowd surrounding you were cheering, dropping some well-deserved money in both change and bills into your awaiting guitarcase.

You have been performing on the boardwalk for several weeks now, trying to earn some extra cash for the summer. Sure, it wasn't easy at first. Some nights you weren't able to recieve more than ten dollars or people refusing to stick around for the entire song, the pads of your fingers on the verge of bleeding from your dedication.

"Thank you all! You've been wonderful!" You shouted enthusiastically, watching the crowd dissipate as you bent down to collect the money. All you could think now was getting a snack and heading home.

"Hey babe, you did great tonight." A sultry voice chimed in.

You paused from your counting and glanced upwards, sighing to yourself at the sight of Paul. Ever since you've started performing on the boardwalk, he's been there, watching you play with that annoying smirk on his face. You didn't think he would make it tonight, granted that you haven't seen him the entire time.

"Hello Paul, fancy seeing you here." You greeted, picking up the rest of the cash and stuffing it inside your satchel. "Thought you wouldn't make it." You teased.

"And miss the most gorgeous babe with their magic fingers? I think not!" He replied, the teasing matching your own.

You laughed at his playfulness, placing your guitar inside its case. "I do have quite the talent."

"Babe, you should let me join your little band. Come on, i'll show you my magic fingers.~" He cooed, curling his pointer and middle finger in a crude gesture towards you.

"You pervert!" You shoved him away playfully as he chuckled, taking your heavy guitarcase to carry the load for you. Taking this as your moment, you quickly walked away, leaving him in the dust.

"Wait! Come on, babe!" He followed behind, matching your stride effortlessly. "I didn't say it had to be a public performance!~"

"Shut up, Paul!"

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[angst-and-fajitas]

oh hey I nver posted these!! Back while I was trying to get out of a bad artblock, I made these cute lil pixel sprites of dusk (and a few of a friend's ocs) in the gen 4 pokemon style! Look at her, she's so CUTE, she's got her tiny guitarcase and her tiny jacket wrapped around her waist!

@rainia @popcornsalty @still-gathering-roses

[cactusnymph]

[ID: a digital drawing of Orpheus from Hadestown walking down a railroad track with a guitarcase on his back. The landscape surrounding him is a desert with red mountains on each side and few bushels of grass on the ground that is mostly beige sad. The colors are vibrant. End ID]

on the road to hell there was a railroad track

[jamieroxxartist]

Happy Birthday. Today, Sept 23, 1949 – #BruceSpringsteen, American singer-songwriter and guitarist (#EStreetBand) was born.

( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruce_Springsteen )

(9.23.23) ~ From a week or so ago: I just got a Commission Order to Paint Bruce Springsteen on two cool Jean Jackets for a collector of mine. I am excited for this project because painting on denim is a cool process that I don’t get to do that often. You know some of the first things I painted were, Jean Jackets, leather jacks and bass drums (the big drum in a drum kit.) I painted a lot of bands on all three of those back in the day. Anyhow the Jackets are on the way and like I said I’m excited.

Here is a Custom #Commissioned #Painting I painted a couple of years ago:

‘#Springsteen, #BornintheUSA’ 2015, acrylic and oil blend on a #GuitarCase by @ArtistJamieRoxx #JamieRoxx ( www.JamieRoxx.us ) This Sold Painting is Not Available.

[artisticcustomcases]

L' innovazione e l' eccentricità che fondano le loro origini nel fascino del vintage. Tramite veri processi chimici rendiamo Irripetibile ed Unico il tuo case. #chitarraelettrica #chitarra #custodiachitarra #custodia #guitarcases #liutaio #liuther #guitarskills #vintage #case #strumentimusicali #strumento #madeinitaly (presso Gatteo A Mare, Emilia-Romagna, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-y_0YvjiTX/?igshid=ezdsnnjbnp0g

[leslieworks]

Nothing quite like being 'with the band'. A great feeling. Such fun seeing and hanging out in the dressing room, seeing the funky decor and some of the band's accoutrements. Last night with Lisa and Chris, to see Rollin Stoned at the Half Moon in Putney. More to follow... . . . . #meandmymate #girlsjustwannahavefun #nightout #halfmoonpub #pubvenue #rockingirls #rockandroll #rollinstoned #tributeband #besttributeband #rollingstonestributeband #putney #sundayismyweekend #guitarcase #guitarcases #dressingroom #backstage #withtheband #bandgear #accoutrements (at The Half Moon Putney) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9P8LI0HPwz/?igshid=b73ugi9u3l9d

[tikuo2007]

『踏切待ち』

20221006

[idiotcurls]

Okay, listen up you Steddie crazed bitches (it's me I'm steddie crazed bitches)

I'm on holiday, so I want to turn my rockstar AU ficlet into a proper fic. The one where Steve wants to study in a cafe and Eddie's band plays that night in the back and Eddie spills water on Steve's laptop with his guitarcase, Steve is furious and Eddie is a sorry little puppy. I have gone full enemies to lovers on this motherfucker. But it's set in Chicago and my european ass who has never set foot in the states was wondering if anyone has some good insights, or articles about the music scene in Chicago. If not, we'll have to go with what I know from working in a venue in good old Europa.

Bear the fuck with me, I'm working on chapter UNO.

[asherguitars]

Now available our custom shop G&G cases with limited-quantity materials! For you next Asher or if you have any Strat or Tele brand you can buy just the case! $275.00 free Cont US shipping. Discounted International shipping. #asherguitars #guitarcases #stratocaster #telecaster #gearybusey #guitaraficionado @bestluthiers @lollarpickups #billasherguitars (at Venice, California)