I stopped by the Home of the Mule last night, hoping I might find a note taped to my door that the management office was holding Blackie Too, the most beautiful of chiopped '51 Squiers, Squires.
Instead, I found a guitar leaning against my door. Hadd been there for days.
I was unhappy.
When Blackie ONe was delivered from Chris Guitars in December, same goddamned thing.
People like to lean the blacks up against a door. . . .
As of this Friday, I will be down one '51 Squier, Squire.
It's character, charm, and near-perfection all lead me to do the honourable thing, and give it to my nephew as a birthday present.
He is enthusiastic about music, likes a boatload of stuff all across the spectrum, has outgrown his First Act [thanks, tomanonymous!], and will benefit from a joyous, solidly-made guitar that offers some diverse sounds [spin that knob -- sending you to and fro betwixt the neck and the HB bridge -- just once, and you've crossed the Rubicon].
It makes me very sad. But I know it is in service of something good.
gotta decide whether to hot rod it, or go with it's vintage brutish charms. . . .
and gotta decide whether a treble booster is in order when using with my Studio 15. . . .
gigs on the horizon
