sergiodeblanc
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Man, it’s hard to believe I’m coming up on my 25th anniversary of buying/owning/playing this guy. I remember the summer coming to a close and going guitar shopping sporting a dork-knob and probably some Liz Claiborne for Men turtlenecks, just beginning my journey towards becoming the doctor-slash-lawyer that I am today.
I’m not real big on nostalgia, I prefer to think that my best days are still yet to come but, there’s something about hanging out with an old friend that inevitably leads you to thinking about days past. The girlfriends, the post-hardcore band, guitar synth pickups, bad facial piercings, big pants, wrap around sunglasses, Krishna beads, clubbing, touring without a cellphone... but always carrying a big bag of weed, scratches, dings, re-frets (no, spellcheck, I didn’t mean regrets, I’ve got none of those), the death of guitar solos... just as I finally figured that sh!t out.. hating guitar music for awhile, and then coming back around...
Dudes (and ladies), My Buddy has been through all that with me. It was always him, and a Les Paul (at least) but, the Les Paul’s always got sold until I could land another one, like so many chick’s with crooked bangs and nose rings... but this guy, My Buddy, is the longest relationship I’ve ever had. Fahk, I was so serious about him that I literally wrote my name in the neck pickup cavity.
I tried a pile of PRS that summer/fall until I settled... no, pledged myself to this one. It’s a 1993 CE Maple Too with an alder body. I got lucky because that day whomever assembled it grabbed a leftover MilCom bridge and slapped it on. The saddles got changed to “tone suckers”, the rings got mangled and replaced, and bigger screws were put in hastily to keep the pickups from sliding down. The remaining nitro that hadn’t fallen off got taken off when I had Frank Falbo (later of Seymor Duncan and Falbo guitars fame) work on it while he was kinda still honing his skills and was my local tech with a most impressive mullet.
I’ve posted this all before but here are some fresh pics:
I’m not real big on nostalgia, I prefer to think that my best days are still yet to come but, there’s something about hanging out with an old friend that inevitably leads you to thinking about days past. The girlfriends, the post-hardcore band, guitar synth pickups, bad facial piercings, big pants, wrap around sunglasses, Krishna beads, clubbing, touring without a cellphone... but always carrying a big bag of weed, scratches, dings, re-frets (no, spellcheck, I didn’t mean regrets, I’ve got none of those), the death of guitar solos... just as I finally figured that sh!t out.. hating guitar music for awhile, and then coming back around...
Dudes (and ladies), My Buddy has been through all that with me. It was always him, and a Les Paul (at least) but, the Les Paul’s always got sold until I could land another one, like so many chick’s with crooked bangs and nose rings... but this guy, My Buddy, is the longest relationship I’ve ever had. Fahk, I was so serious about him that I literally wrote my name in the neck pickup cavity.
I tried a pile of PRS that summer/fall until I settled... no, pledged myself to this one. It’s a 1993 CE Maple Too with an alder body. I got lucky because that day whomever assembled it grabbed a leftover MilCom bridge and slapped it on. The saddles got changed to “tone suckers”, the rings got mangled and replaced, and bigger screws were put in hastily to keep the pickups from sliding down. The remaining nitro that hadn’t fallen off got taken off when I had Frank Falbo (later of Seymor Duncan and Falbo guitars fame) work on it while he was kinda still honing his skills and was my local tech with a most impressive mullet.
I’ve posted this all before but here are some fresh pics:
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