NGD: 1972 Martin D-28 -- the most important guitar in the world to me
 

Sad but meaningful story here.

I first met Don 25 years ago, when he showed up to take my mom on a date. I was 14. He had a shock of half-gray hair, a beret, a leather jacket, and was smoking a Marlboro red. He later said "You should have seen your face when you opened the door."

He and my mom only lasted a couple years but, by then, he was cemented in my life as a role model and father figure. Professional musician, mostly bar singer, mostly acoustic and solo act. Great relationships with the crowds, easygoing, never overbearing. Spectacular guitarist.

The Marlboros added up and his lungs eventually gave out on him for singing. In the past couple years they've given out so bad he can't even sustain the effort of playing.

Three years ago my mom floated to me that he said he was going to will his Martin D-28, his only guitar for 45+ years of playing, to me. That set a fire under me to get my own playing and singing to a level that he might deem worthy for passing the torch.

This past Saturday I drove to Pittsburgh, where he now lives, and where I used to live, and played a bar gig for a whole crowd of friends and family. I actually choked pretty bad, disoriented by the PAs and lack of monitor, but it was good enough I guess. Next morning we had breakfast and he handed over this treasure. (Along with his also-beat-to-tatters Tele and some other goodies).

I like pretty guitars and I have a small collection of them. It's amazing to see this rough, real, guitar, played for half a century by an amazing pro, hanging among the namby-pamby just-for-show pretty-boy shelf-queens. I doubt I'll play any of them for a while.

I've gotten choked up plenty of times picking up his guitar in the past few days. Means a lot to share.

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What a story... thanks for sharing. That's one to treasure... a guitar of a lifetime.

That’s the look of a guitar well played. Congratulations on your relationship and the guitar.

I liked your story and the close relationship you gained with your step-day. On the other hand I hate tobacco!

Sorry for the circumstances, but sounds like you’re the fitting landing spot for that beauty. He clearly looks happy to be passing it on despite what he must be going through. I had a ‘68 D28 as my only acoustic for about 25 years - it’s the only guitar I sort of regret having sold. It made sense at the time, I’d no doubt do the same thing again if the circumstances were the same. But I’d love to still have it now that I’m playing again. But what a spectacular guitar it was. I wish I knew it had gone to a good home. Don doesn’t have to wonder about his. Play that thing until you’re old and worn out - your Emeralds will understand...

-Ray

Nice story. Thanks for sharing

This may be the coolest story I’ve ever read on this forum! I love that Don had the courage to do this; congratulations to you. Now, play it until you can’t and pass it on to someone you love!

Any sadness that Don might have about his health and inability to keep playing is almost certainly offset to a large extent knowing that his beloved instrument will be used and cared for by someone who will fully appreciate its significance.

Wonderful story. Thank you so much for sharing.

Wow. Great story. Great guitar. What a nice thing to read about first thing in the morning.

Wow. That's just great--the story and the guitar. Enjoy!

Great story...thanks for sharing!

Hi, enjoy your guitar! I also have a 1972 D-28, but my story is not as meaningful as yours. In 1972 I was living in an apartment on the third floor after dropping out of college. Music was my passion, and although I had employment, I wasn't earning much.

I wanted a Martin guitar, so I basically starved myself for a couple of months, living on rice, beans, and pasta. Eventually I had the cash, and a local music store cut me a deal on a new D-28. I played that Martin daily for the next several months, but got foolish and traded it to get a Gibson SG (no, I don't have that one either). I've always regretted selling the D-28.

Fast forward about 45 years and many guitars later. I found another 1972 D-28 in pristine condition. It is now my favorite guitar. I have been through many guitars in my lifetime, and some that I have sold are painful memories. But the original D-28 I really missed, and now it's almost as if it has been returned to me.

Cherish this guitar and play her. She will accompany you on the most beautiful songs. And yes, you may choke. It made me think of a song I recorded a few years ago. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qvklArvG0x0
Charlie

What a great story and what a great treasure you now have. Thanks for sharing this with us.

Great story and great legacy instrument.

May you get as many years of enjoyment as he did!

Great story, Great friends, Thanks for sharing,

I love that guitar - and all of its beauty marks - a guitar you wont be afraid to play - My congratulations , i bet its tone is amazing !

very heartfelt story...you owe something to that guitar...play it, enjoy it, reflect on it's significance and keep it alive!

Lovely story. And thanks for sharing.

And...congrats on the guitar!

Cool story. Congrats!

That is one cool guitar. Sorry for the health issues that his smoking caused. Glad the guitar is in the hands of someone who will treasure it.

Congratulations, man. Great story.

If and when I get to the stage where I stop playing, I’d gladly bequeath my toys to a member of the younger generation. No such person in my life so far, alas.

Awesome story and thank you for posting it!

Just a really great human story that just happens to revolve around a guitar! We tie memories to things and events. Every time you think of that guitar, play it, etc. I think there will be times when you just hold it, think of it's previous owner, and tear up, unable to play. The guitar is a treasure, the man is the legend

Beautiful story and tribute to Don. You are obviously the right person for that guitar to be passed on to...plus it's got major mojo!

Don’s gift to you is also a gift to himself. Knowing you will cherish and play it, you and the guitar will be on his mind...he will be able to live vicariously through you.

What a beautiful story...thank you for sharing it with us!

He looks like Albert Einstein!

What a great story and something you’ll cherish all your days. That guitar has most certainly been reliced and filled with Mojo the proper way.
Oh the stories it could tell ...........enjoy my friend!