billy budapest
Member
I swear, from my lips to God's ears, that the story I’m about to tell you is true.
I bought a new/old Guild at the end of last week. It was scheduled to arrive on Tuesday, but of course it didn’t show up at 10 a.m. or at 11 or at 12:30. I was being driven to distraction! You know the how it is when you’ve got one “out for delivery.”
I tried to concentrate on work and put the guitar out of my mind.
So at around 3:30 in the afternoon I'm sitting at my desk, doing some reading, with my iTunes on random shuffle - as is my habit. I admit that I was spinning a playlist that only had 900 songs on it, but suddenly "Rebel Rouser" by Duane Eddy comes on the speakers. I think to myself, "Wouldn't it be funny if...," and I turn to take a glance out the window. As I do, the big brown truck pulls up to deliver the guitar which, I can only assume, has conspired with all the forces of the universe to cause my machine to play a most appropriate fanfare!
The guitar actually telegraphed its arrival from all the way down the street!
Could I possibly make that up??!? I suppose I could, but I didn't.
From that moment on, everything - and I mean everything - has been magic. The guitar is absolutely gorgeous in every possible way. The neck is straight and true, the wiring is perfect, the pickups are fantastic, the feel is to die for.
I went to work cleaning it and restringing it and the guitar behaved like a well-trained stallion. Even though I dreaded the idea of attempting to intonate it, the guitar snapped to attention and it took maybe two moves to get it good.
Sadly, a '63 DE-400 is not inexpensive, so I am probably going to have to sell some things - including a Guild Starfire 4 from 1980 and a Westerly Blues 90 - just to be able to justify buying it. Feel free to PM me if there's any interest out there for one (or both!) of those.
I bought a new/old Guild at the end of last week. It was scheduled to arrive on Tuesday, but of course it didn’t show up at 10 a.m. or at 11 or at 12:30. I was being driven to distraction! You know the how it is when you’ve got one “out for delivery.”
I tried to concentrate on work and put the guitar out of my mind.
So at around 3:30 in the afternoon I'm sitting at my desk, doing some reading, with my iTunes on random shuffle - as is my habit. I admit that I was spinning a playlist that only had 900 songs on it, but suddenly "Rebel Rouser" by Duane Eddy comes on the speakers. I think to myself, "Wouldn't it be funny if...," and I turn to take a glance out the window. As I do, the big brown truck pulls up to deliver the guitar which, I can only assume, has conspired with all the forces of the universe to cause my machine to play a most appropriate fanfare!
The guitar actually telegraphed its arrival from all the way down the street!
Could I possibly make that up??!? I suppose I could, but I didn't.
From that moment on, everything - and I mean everything - has been magic. The guitar is absolutely gorgeous in every possible way. The neck is straight and true, the wiring is perfect, the pickups are fantastic, the feel is to die for.
I went to work cleaning it and restringing it and the guitar behaved like a well-trained stallion. Even though I dreaded the idea of attempting to intonate it, the guitar snapped to attention and it took maybe two moves to get it good.
Sadly, a '63 DE-400 is not inexpensive, so I am probably going to have to sell some things - including a Guild Starfire 4 from 1980 and a Westerly Blues 90 - just to be able to justify buying it. Feel free to PM me if there's any interest out there for one (or both!) of those.
