Shortly thereafter, we jumped in the rental and headed over to South Austin Music. This isn’t really my subject, so I’ll say it’s a store full of guitars…and amps…and things. The Mr. enjoyed it, and that’s all that really mattered to me. He hangs around second-hand holes-in-the-wall while I coo over buttons on dresses from the 40s, so I was more than happy to indulge his desires to visit vintage guitar shops in one of the music hubs of America.