If this episode was a bed, I'd have to change the sheets, 'cause I have literally sh!t all over it.
The razoring on the headstock turned out well, so well in fact that I figured I could do the sides as easily and in half the time. Well, it looked like crap compared to the real checking on the top. I also went way overboard with the relicing... The reason why you see so many sh!tty looking relics out there where it looks like it got humped by a belt sander is, it's
so easy to take it too far.
I'll admit that while it was totally worth the giggles coming out of my son's mouth as I dropped a sock with various metal bits onto the guitar, I pushed it. I went over the edge.
See, I owned this Bangin'! Gibson LP Deluxe that I had to sell to make rent one day. It was attacked by a jealous girlfriend with a knife, owned by a chainsmoker (that put my ever pluming habit to shame), and was modified for hum buckers with what must have been a dull soup spoon. It was beat, but I loved it, and even by it's standard... this guitar I was doing was starting to look
gnarly.
So I started over. I decided that it would be best to spray the whole body in nitro and do the freeze thing. It just looks more authentic and it's super easy.
During a trip Paco took to his great grandmas house, and with my girl at a work function, I had about 2-3 hours to run to Home Depot, get distracted by the 75% off Halloween lighting, buy some black paint and new sanding disks, and get home to sand the finish off.... In the rain, under my
front stoop's overhang, and in the mostly dark by the light of a single 60 watt bulb.
When the phone call came that my beloved and son were about 20 mins away from arriving home, I did what any sane person would do: I hurriedly taped and masked the binding off and went to wildly spray paint the guitar out front. In the rain. In the dark. Well, mostly dark. I left the front door open a crack for more light and maximum backdraft of noxious fumes into our house.
There's a break in the weather this weekend (temperature wise, it'll still be raining) that I needed to get the guitar prepped for so I could spray the f@ck outta it. Even though it wouldn't be the first DOAD where I sprayed a guitar in a snowstorm (see episode #1) I was hoping to avoid it. With the back and sides done, I could get the overspray back off the top and be able to mask it up for gold tomorrow... or so I thought.
Ha! Seriously? WTF was I smoking? Answer: Nothing. Probably part of the problem. I could've used that obsessive focus on details and paranoia that smoking weed can produce.
Not that it's the end of the world or anything but, I gotta figure something out to sand back, respray, and blend the black while keeping to my timeline.
(sigh)
