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I hate having people who are uneducated, helping break down equipment. It's just a recipe for disaster. |
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I think he still has it but he lives in Denver and I'm either on the East Coast or the West Coast. If you live in Denver and know someone who has an old D-21 say hello for me. |
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Your worst guitar accident
My brother had a guitar in college. He and some friends made a fake “mongoose “ cage as a practical joke. You showed it to a person and said “look close, the mongoose is asleep.” When the person got close they would throw a spring latch and a stuffed sock flew out. This was lots of fun until they tried to prank one of the football players. He was so frightened that he tore up the room trying to get away. He put a big foot right through my brother’s guitar. I don’t believe believe my brother has played has played since.
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Compared to many previous posts, my story is really quite inconsequential.
All my guitar-playing life I had wanted a Gibson guitar. After playing for around 47 years, I finally bought one. A beautiful sunburst J15 (this was before sunbursts were officially offered) was now mine. I played that guitar every day and was very fastidious about keeping it clean and being very careful when putting it back into its case as it was a nice tight and secure fit. One day, I was taking it out of its case and for some reason I cannot remember, I lifted it higher than usual- right into a moving ceiling fan. There was a very loud bang and I was horrified! I couldn't bear to look for about 2-3 minutes but then opened my eyes and inspected the damage. All that happened was a very small chip on one or the "high" points on the headstock. The headstock is black except for a tiny little spot that is wood colored. After that, I'm not as horrified by little dings and dents. Of course I try my best to be careful but as Mr. Moustache said earlier, "... accidents happen..." Best, PJ
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Was walking up the stairs in socks with my Martin OM-35, held by the neck, and I looked up at my wife. Foot/toe slipped off tread and I went down. Luckily, and instinctively, I twisted my body around and landed hard on the ribs. Bruised and sore for weeks, but I saved her.
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When I was 14, I had a 12 String Greco Dreadnought. Sunburst with a 60’style Gibson B45 tailpiece. Nice, if cheap guitar. I had a cardboard case for it and I left it parked by one of the older members’ of our guitar mass Volkswagen Beetle. He ran over the guitar with his Beetle. Total loss.
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