It was around 1986 that I started wandering in and out of Golden Frets, our local guitar store. It was one of those places where smoke and great music would hang in the air, not to mention all kinds of folks: washed up hippies, college kids, worship leaders, metal heads, country and jazz pickers, and, of course, neohippies. It was this place of friendship where I learned the basics of instrument repair from picker, story-teller, and shop-owner, Bill Carter. It was like a second home to me, and eventually Bill even started calling me ‘son.’ To this day, almost every time I head home to Southern IL, I stop by his place in order to kill a few hours with one of the most unique and wonderful souls I know. But, I digress….
This post is simply to show off a few my repairs on the bench. When I get the chance I love to piddle around with old broken things….