Picking off the Pile

Picking off the Pile

I’ve had a huge backlog of work for years. It’s a product of poor time-management early on in my career and being really good at what I do. I’ve been working hard to balance the scales, as it were. I’ve limited my incoming work to almost no new repairs, and I’m dedicated to picking an old job off the backlog pile every week to shuffle into my current workflow. This week, I’m setting the neck on an old Gibson ES-125 (oddly, the second one of these in my shop this week.)

Thanks!

When I was ten, I “discovered” the Beatles. In short order, I dug out my mom’s old guitar from the closet and worked out how to play Day Tripper. Thus began my métier of guitar, music, physics, and the language of feelings. A multitude of lamps came to life to illuminate my journey through the shadowed paths in my life because of this beginning.

I owe a lot to the Fab Four. Holding you in the light, John.

From the Benchtop

From the Benchtop

I’ve been blessed to have so much work during this unusual time. I like to think that it’s a sign of how much people rely on playing music to process their life experience. It’s only Tuesday, and I’ve already been productive. Finishing off a refret on a beautiful Santa Cruz dreadnaught, converted a Strat into a lefty for a new player, laid out a repair process of a Larriveé that’s seen some better days, and stripped down a resonator guitar and rebuilt. Fun times.