I contend that one of the most beautiful things in this world is a musical instrument. Not many things created by humans can be so naturally beautiful, and also have so much latent possibilities within it. Never has an object at rest had more potential energy. From time to time I look at my bass guitars in the corner of my room and I get this feeling in my chest, like the first time you interacted with your significant other. The sense of hope, excitement, happiness, and love, actual love, wells up inside of me; just from looking at them. On my dresser, mixed within pictures of my family and friends, is a picture of my 5-string bass guitar that I took with an old black and white camera. It is the same bass that I have tattooed on my right arm as an integral part of a half sleeve. That bass is something special to me, even beyond how beautiful and elegant (and bad ass) it is. That is the bass that I feel as though I became a bassist on, not just someone screwing around with the idea or learning other people’s songs, but being able to create music along with other musicians, regardless of how good it may sound to anyone.
It honestly goes beyond just bass guitar for me though. If I could have it my way I would have one of every instrument around, not that I would know what to do with most of them in any musical sense, but just to look at. To hang on my wall and fill up the room with that potential energy they carry inside of them because, for me, music is the supreme form of expression, and musical instruments are the supreme form of physical art. They are by far the most aesthetically pleasing inanimate objects in life, at least through my eyes.
Here are a few pictures of my bass guitars. I highly doubt you see them in the endearing way that I do, but look close and you might fall in love.