Spending my idle time repairing guitars for free. What else are friends for.
Today, it was a 1950's Gibson acoustic. Struts unglued, cracks all over the place. Bent tuning pegs. Bridge separated from the body almost a quarter inch in some places. Major signs of abuse and failed attempts at past repairs that only made things worse.
Got my big hammer out and put the rig back into commission. Owner said it was the perfect guitar to take out in the woods on a girl scouts adventure. Pack it into the rough backwoods. Sing Kumbaya in the firelight and not worry about getting a scratch.
Friend of mine several years ago bought a beautiful macho truck for his freight hauling business. Almost blinded by the designer chrome work he had custom made. He took it back to his shop. First thing he did was take out a sledge hammer and swing a dent into the bumper. He said, "Now, that's over with".
I'd mentioned on the Gibson thread about a friends mother who was the master wood carver with Gibson until she was in her 80's. One of her last works was an acoustic Hummingbird she did for her son. Beautiful beautiful axe in every way. He had to handle it with kids gloves for a month until the finish was completely dry.
The guy was always in terror about the first scratch. Then his kid plowed into it one day with his tricycle. The guy was philosophic about it and said he felt somewhat relieved getting on the other side of the dreaded event.
As cool as road worn gear is, some of us still prefer the pristine state of a new instrument. With this goes the lurking, subliminal paranoia that some horrific event is going to put a gash in the finish.
Anyone else share this sentiment. Any words of wisdom what you did to cope with the big ugly ding on your new sunburst strat?
John