12/04/2020
This one was a long time comin’. I’ve had this guitar hanging on my shop wall for years. It came to me in really bad shape, and most people would have tossed it right into the trash. But I keep s**t. A Hoarder in training. There’s hidden potential in trash. And every once in a while, it pays off.
It had massive cracks in the front and back of the body. The neck was barely hanging on, despite having 4 giant construction screws forced into it, splitting and stripping the wood. The tuners were missing the ferrules and rusty. It was filthy, but filthy from being played. Someone did once love it and play the s**t out of it.
I hung it up hoping to one day fix it up and keep or sell it. I just felt this one deserved to be a guitar.
Flash forward years later. I no longer own a guitar store, but a guitar repair shop. Most of my hopeful projects were given away or trashed when we closed the shop.
When my friend said “Hey buddy, I need a new guitar. I’m writing a record,” I told him I didn’t have anything but a few potential fixer uppers. The rest is history.
Sometimes s**t just works out. That guitar hung in the front window of the shop for years. People asked me about it at least once a week (seems like everyone loves a Jazzmaster.) “I’m gonna fix it up and sell it...when I get the time,” I’d say. Glad I waited for the right buyer.
