Feeling apathetic about acoustic guitars makes an awkward mesh with marrying into a family avid about them; and for evenings sitting on the balcony with red wine, cigarillos, and dark chocolate, attempting to identify when, exactly, I do admire the things.
First, technically. Guitars can be constructed to suit your sound, from shape to strings to sheen. (Though the latter falls more into 'brand' than 'sound,' but of course there's a Venn diagram there where overall image is concerned.)
Second, I figured it out. I love acoustic guitars – a phrase I never thought I'd type - as storytelling devices. When an artist finds a series of chords that serve as the sort of page-and-type for a story - those long, rambling, half-spoken songs with lots of words crammed in that take you on leaps and bounds - you know, narrative-wise. A good storyteller and an acoustic guitar of any grade (and a voice of any grade) make for one of those marriages I can really get behind.