And My Guitars
here..my favourite guitarists
I can’t be impassionate
about old guitars, for me its almost a religious experience opening a guitar
case and casting my gaze over a vintage guitar. Its impossible to resist the
urge to pick it up, guitars are so very tactile.
Old guitars have a unique smell, its always
the same when you open a guitar case every gig, bar, club, pub has contributed
to the aroma, all the years of playing have imparted a personality on an otherwise
inert assembly of wood plastic and metal.
I always feel a little nervous when I reach
out to pick up such a guitar, almost trembling in anticipation, my hands damp
with a little sweat I clasp the neck, fret a G chord tune up and strum a well
used blues riff…it never fails to excite !
Anyhow, enough atmospheric rhetoric. I live
in London UK and have been learning to play the guitar for the last 30 years,
do you ever stop learning? My first electric guitar was home made, which is
where it all started. Unlike now, back in the 1970’s good cheap electric
guitars were not available, budget Squire and Epiphone’s didn’t
exist, there were only two makes which you aspired to own Fender or Gibson,
and as a teenager these were way out of reach.
My first guitars were something to behold!
Built from any wood that I found in my dads shed, mainly plywood, I remember
the fret markers being drawing pins. But things got better quite quickly, some
whacky and wonderful shapes emerged over the years.
Now its one of my main hobbies, my guitars
are built from proper woods, I’ve gathered the correct tools to do all
the wood work and have recently built a pickup winder and am currently testing
out my first home made pickups.
I do take on work from time to time mainly
just to fund my hobby and sell the odd guitar only to regain some space!