oh!  i saw the guitars, too!  when i was in boston!  i went through the entire exhibit viscerally rather than intellectually; i didn’t read any of the placards or listen to james taylor’s narration.  i just wandered around, immersed in lights and colors and shapes and the intricacy of it all, listening to hendrix’s “little wing” over and over again.  the dragon electric was neat, but i liked barbara mandrell’s powder-blue lap steel guitar in the shape of a crutch. i saw barbara mandrell at the rodeo once by accident, when i was eight.  ick.