Just before I passed this maple artifact off to George on Sunday at NAMM, a guy played it who has been nuts about it ever since. He was a night watchman at the event, an Anaheim homicide detective by day, and technically he probably shouldn't have touched the guitar. But he did, and he has paid a price ever since because it is financially out of reach for him, and he is jonesing. I hear from him several times a year. He is retiring in a couple of weeks, and it is now or never.
Today I buffed out 2014's last Sexauer. I date them from when I start, not when I finish. The label goes in long before they're done as does the neck block, both of which carry the date. Hopefully I'll hear this before the week is out, though I already do hear it quite clearly in my mind, and it is a good one . . . again.
German Spruce
Pernambuco
Cocobolo
