Those who follow my ramblings online will know I’ve struggled with my many misdeeds. One of the many: my destroyed Les Paul, first night of the Roundhouse, 2007. That was no mere instrument, that was my partner; and that was no way to treat a friend, but you know, the only upside is that it was the guitar that got it, not the pair of two legged warring friends in that then obviously disintegrating band.
I’ve tried, consistently, since 2007 to find 1. someone capable of repairing the guitar, 2. someone willing to invest the care and patience to make it happen.
Anger gets the better of all of us, once in a while, but it's nice to see how, a decade later, someone was able to see one of their regrets turned into an opportunity to make more music.