The lineage of my guitars… while discussing guitar stuff with a couple of fellow guitar playing buddies on Facebook this past weekend, I realized… I’ve owned a shitload of guitars. And while looking for pictures of said guitars, I realized… I spent a lot of my 20s in pirate/Prince shirts on stage…
Cort bass – Greg Ippolito gave or sold this to me. I think this guitar was thrown more often than actually played. Featured an unhealthy amount of black electrical tape around the input jack.
Black Takamine acoustic electric – the first guitar I bought, and I still own it. I played a lot of open mic nights with this, and tried to convince young women in the Atlanta area in the 90s that I was sensitive as all get out.
Red Rickenbacker – this was a cheap Rick, but I still felt like Peter Buck when I wasn’t fucking up playing I am Superman with the fraternity house band… when we were sober enough to remember we had practice. I probably should have gotten a vest with that guitar. That’s what Peter Buck would have done.
Black Charvel w/ a reverse headstock – I had to own one. I listened to waaaaaay too much hair metal in the 80s to not indulge in this ridiculousness. The irony of playing Indigo Girls covers on this guitar was pretty fucking spectacular.
Red American Fender Strat – one of the best guitars I ever purchased. Was sadly stolen out of my rehearsal space by some fucking heroin addict that was for some reason being allowed to sleep on a couch covered with a blanket of empty cough syrup bottles in the attic of the rehearsal space. Oddly enough, the burglar broke in through the drop ceiling. Shocker.
Guild Starfire – decent guitar, but I wasn’t really sure how to play a hollow body guitar without blowing out the PA system at the only bar that would book us in Atlanta. This made me feedbackasaurus rex.
Gretsch Silverjet – Dammit, I miss this one. This one could be the nicest looking guitar I’ve owned. Ridiculous meaty tone. Also stolen by the ceiling infiltrating smackhead. Speaking of that rehearsal space, the owner one time told us about the guy in the room next to us that we never saw. He told me he was such a good songwriter that, “man, that guy can write lyrics that will just knock your dick in the dirt.” I am to this day, disappointed that I have yet to hear a dick-dirtying song lyric.
Red Epiphone LP Special – piece of shit, but I needed something after the robbery.
Black Mexican Telecaster – I really liked this cheap teley, but I didn’t own it long. The other guitarist in the band played this more than I did.
Black PRS CE Bolt-on – when I bought this guitar, things started to change for me as a guitar player. I finally stopped worrying about my parts and heard the entire songs. I got a lot better with this guitar. I concentrated on the space between the notes instead of the notes themselves. Also, I started buying a lot of vinyl pants and velvet shirts… not sure which one made me play better.
me playing the black PRS onstage in Las Vegas, NV… I have a piece of hair in my mouth
Red PRS CE Bolt-on – my hands down favorite guitar ever. You know how some people won’t shut up about their kids? This is basically my kid.
The back of the guitar has an enormous buckle wear. The headstock is missing a chunk, the body has a crack down the middle, and when I bought her, the lacquer finish on the fretboard had aged so dark, that I couldn’t read the abalone fret dots. So the guitar tech at Midtown drilled out some of the abalone dots and packed it with ebony dust. He also pulled the small brass fret dots on the top of the neck and replaced them with black plastic ones I could read it on stage.
look at how fucking happy I am right here? That’s the red PRS, in the background is the Honey flame PRS. And on my head, a hat.
The back of the neck was sanded down to remove the lacquer. Higher action on the strings than what would seem to be an easy guitar to play, but you’d have to play it to understand. Like. Butter.
Oh, another interesting thing about this guitar… see my blog theme? That’s her.
Red Randy Rhoads V – I had no excuse to buy this guitar at the time, other than I wanted the pointiest guitar I could find. Actually had decent tone, but I think I put the fear of god in my bandmates walking around the stage with this decapitation waiting to happen.
Gretsch Brian Setzer – gorgeous guitar, very expensive, and also never stayed in tune. I sold this one pretty fast. This guitar was like a really, really, really hot but dumb, dumb, dumb date.
Black Parker Nightfly – such a cool guitar. I really should have held onto this one, but I had more PRS’ to buy. I didn’t own it very long, but it did give me the idea of setting up one of my favorite amp configurations: A/B stereo splitter into my Boss GT-5 on one side, and a Roland VG-8 guitar synth on the other. The GT-5 went into my Riveria R55 combo and then into a ’78 Marshall half stack cab. The VG-8 went into a really, really nice Fender Twin. This is probably the period of my guitar playing that I created a lot of lower back problems carrying all this gear. It took me longer to get setup than our drummer.
Red Flame PRS Custom 22 – moon inlays, and had a weird toggle switch. I liked this one a lot, but without the tremolo, I didn’t play it much. I’d appreciate this guitar more if I owned it today. This guitar was sold for the downpayment to buy my house in Loganville, Ga.
Honey Flame PRS Custom 24 – the prettiest guitar I ever owned. This was the PRS that everyone dreams about (I mean besides a Dragon, but don’t be ridiculous). It had the rotary pick-up knob, beautiful flame top, bird inlays. Completely perfect. I sold this guitar for the downpayment to buy my current home.
With the honey flame PRS onstage at Smith’s Olde Bar in Atlanta. I’m probably either adjusting a pedal or picking up a stripper’s phone number here.
Vista Acoustic – a recent gift from Uncle Les. For a non-big name brand guitar, it holds it’s tune pretty well. I play this one every now and again. It’s nice to have a second acoustic in the home in case another guitar player stops by that meets the always important tuning vs. trying to remember Roundabout by Yes time ratio.
Over the weekend, Van Jr’s beginner guitar starter kit went to a new home. Although guitar didn’t work out for my son (yet), I love seeing another family give it a go.