I've been cultivating a friendship with a local guitarist
The right-handed guitar had a left-handed neck, which isn't uncommon since it gives a strong Hendrix vibe.
It
also was missing a couple of screws and resisted adding more, an issue
that revealed two had already snapped off in the heel of the neck.
I swapped that neck for the next one, which was also branded Fender and it felt like that was meant to be.
I realised it was a style of guitar that suggested it was late 1980s or early '90s when shredding was popular.
After
filing off the broken screws on the warped left-handed neck, I was able
to revive a busted guitar that I already owned and it now has a good
character despite some intonation issues that I continue to tweak.
Anyway,
as I reflected on now having two more working guitars, I offered my new
friend the "Grungemaster" guitar he'd admired when visiting.
They
say it's difficult to make new friends in middle age and I'm grateful
for how my new fixation on pulling apart guitars has created so much
joy in recent months.
My mind is often pondering the possibilities of modifications and there are so many to explore.
And it's wonderful to have found someone interested in hearing the results, as it must bore my family.
