Devil’s advocate on the comment: “However, the tonal range and color possible on a classical guitar exceeds perhaps every other instrument to be found today, or at any time.”

I play(ed) the French horn (with some ability even!) – an extremely easy instrument to honk after beats upon (the horn player’s torment,) extraordinarily difficult instrument to play with passion and clarity. But what purity of sound, what intensity of range, what haunting, chilling melodious music can be coaxed out of yards of bent and turned metal tubing, formed and lifted by breath and facial structure…

Then again, I currently “play” voice (if you will entertain that the voice is a complex instrument in itself.) Think of the honeyed notes of a soft lullaby, the coarse half shouted chorus of a rowdy drinking song, a trembling vibrato winging like a warbling songbird, a low rumbling, humming… amazing what one voice is capable of!

I guess my point is that music, to the musician, is unrestrained expression. Each of us feels emotionally tied to the capability of the instruments we play – not due to their specific superiority, but because of the intensity of the feelings we’ve expressed through it!