When’s the last time you handled a… *counts on fingers* …56 year old instrument? Well, it happened to me the other day and I HAD to tell you about it!
I was just sitting there, working on another guitar when it sauntered in. I checked my hair, adjusted my clothing- even smelled my breath with my hand- and introduced myself. “Les?”, I eked out, trying not to sound toooooo excited. I knew in that moment that this was no ordinary walk-in appointment. This was destiny…
SIGH. In all seriousness, I actually felt like a giddy schoolgirl when I laid eyes on this magnificently aged old-timer. The best part, though, is the storied existence of such a gorgeous piece. Michael, the owner, shared with us some of the more colorful moments of this guitar’s past. For example, the checking (reminiscent of alkali flats, n’est-ce pas?) is the result of “the night I left it on the porch… all night long!”
This rare find is coming back to us sometime in the near future for a full tune-up. I can’t wait. A guitar like this comes around only once in a while, and it serves to shine a light on the quality and construction- even the soul– of its contemporary counterparts. One has to wonder how well new instruments will hold up in years to come. Will repeat ad nauseum the old adage, “They don’t make ’em like they used to!”, or will we find ourselves awe-struck with venerable relics in our hands? Only time will tell.