This is an unfortunate store for a couple of reasons - - unfortunate because it does have potential. But it's certainly unrealized potential for the moment.
I dropped in to look at digital pianos and acoustic guitars, towards the end of the day on a weekday.
I was browsing for about 45 minutes, and had a couple of questions.
Unfortunately, I couldn't get any answers. This, despite there being a grand total of three customers and seven members of staff at work.
I say "work", but that's not what I mean.
What I mean is, "taking to their friends and/or romantic partners". Evidently this Guitar Center is something of a local social hub, as was clear from the snippets of conversations I overhead while trying to find some help.
But hey, it's the end of the day; relaxed and social is okay in my book. I realize this isn't the United Nations, or anything.
What I didn't realize, though, was that it was I actually a kiddie playground.
Let me explain that comment.
From what I could tell, there were two young women visiting the store, and visiting their romantic partners and/or their children's baby-daddies, who worked at the store.
These two women should, if nothing else, be congratulated on their fertility. Because between them, I couted seven offspring in total...varying in age between perhaps six and twelve.
As I counted, I realized that in a few more years, they will be able to staff their very own Guitar Center.
Anyway. It's always nice to see a goup of siblings having a good time, playing with one another.
But its a somewhat less-nice thing to see a group of siblings also all playing...
1) drums
2) keyboards
3) guitars
4) bongos, and
5) the steel drums
Now, I say they were "playing" the instruments, but that's not quite accurate.
They were really more sort of banging on them with varying degrees of force, completely unsupervised by any parents or adults.
Note, if you've not heard grade-schoolers bang arhythmically on bongos, drums, keyboards, guitars and steel drums in unison, it's rather hard to describe.
Though I realize "in unison" probably doesn't paint the right picture.
Let's just say: what the kids lacked in musical talent, they more than made up for with enthusiasm, volume and tenacity.
I can only assume this sort of daily magic was par for the course at home with the two young mothers, as they showed no particular interest in the exciting musical exploits of their children, nor in fact seemingly any awareness of their actual presence in the store.
The sole exception was the occasion when one of the youngsters intrrupted the conversation of one of the mothers with one of the boyfruend/fathers, at which point she made it clear, quite loudly that the child was "... 'Bbout to get his ass smacked" if he didn't "get outta (her) hair right now in a hurry" .
To her credit, she did have to compete in volume with the nearby symphiby, so it's understandable the need to shout.
The aforementioned kid, sensing something resembling adult supervision emerging from the void, helpfully went back to the steel drums, which he attacked with renewed ferocity, if not rhythm.
Around this time, I finally caught the eye of the single Guitar Center staffer who was in fact working, and not socializing.
From him, I quickly earned what I wanted to know about 12 string acoustic guitars; specifically, those with narrow fretboards and slim body profiles. He had curly dark hair and a beard, and he really knew his stuff, and was a great help. After comparison shopping a bit more, I will likely be returning to the store to order one of the guitars he recommended.
So, if anyone from Guitar Center Corporate ever read this - that guy is totally awesome and worth his weight in gold. Because in addition to being knowledgeable and professional as well as seemingly able to run the entire store with no help at ALL... I suspect he will soon be the only employee at this location not burdened by increasingly large alimony and child support payments.
He was the sole redeeming aspect of my recent visit to Atlanta's Guitar Center and Informal Childcare, and he was impressive from start to finish.
Heck, I bet this dude can even play the steel drums. read more