The Last Pics

Forgive me for hyper-focusing on the whole guitar-in-the-shop topic, but this is just a little nerve wracking to me. It’s like sending an old friend off to the hospital with the knowledge that the old friend might never be the same again.

Are these the last photographs taken of my beloved 1978 Les Paul Custom before the neck is ripped to pieces?

Probably

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My Baby is Going to the Doctor Tomorrow

I am scared. I am nervous. I am sure nothing will go wrong but it doesn’t matter.

My baby, aka my oldest guitar, is going to the doctor, aka a repair shop, tomorrow.

I think it needs frets. We’ll see what our friendly neighborhood Luthier says about it, but on the phone today he agreed that it probably needs frets.

Yikes!

I’ll be dropping my baby off at the doctor tomorrow at 11:30. Fingers crossed.

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