the cultural anthropology of a small but doughty repair shop where guitars are made well again or changed for the better
Saturday, April 12, 2008
ouch
We can do miracles but only if we have all the parts. This is all that made it to us and we don't have our cloning/matter fabrication/chaos engine set up yet. If your wooden instrument should suffer a break, gather up all the pieces, even the small shards. It makes a difference.
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I remember maybe 8, 9 years ago I brought my '68 Les Paul to you with the headstock in similar condition... totally separated from the body. Although in my case I had both pieces. It was actually the 6th time the headstock had snapped off - previous repairs hadn't done the trick. Well, I didn't see my guitar for close to 6 moths, but when I got it back, it had the most beautiful, seamless repair imaginable. 9 years later it's still good as new.
I taped the repair bill to the back of the headstock. Now when someone asks if they can play my guitar, I say, "Sure, but you see this? This is what the last guy who fucked up had to pay."
As an added bonus, when I got the guitar back, your guitar tech opened the case and said to me, "Now this... is a beautiful guitar. I'm jealous." Considering the guitars that must pass through that place, high praise indeed. Be-bop-a-lu-la, she's my baby.
1 comment:
I remember maybe 8, 9 years ago I brought my '68 Les Paul to you with the headstock in similar condition... totally separated from the body. Although in my case I had both pieces. It was actually the 6th time the headstock had snapped off - previous repairs hadn't done the trick. Well, I didn't see my guitar for close to 6 moths, but when I got it back, it had the most beautiful, seamless repair imaginable. 9 years later it's still good as new.
I taped the repair bill to the back of the headstock. Now when someone asks if they can play my guitar, I say, "Sure, but you see this? This is what the last guy who fucked up had to pay."
As an added bonus, when I got the guitar back, your guitar tech opened the case and said to me, "Now this... is a beautiful guitar. I'm jealous." Considering the guitars that must pass through that place, high praise indeed. Be-bop-a-lu-la, she's my baby.
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