A 1964 DiGiorgio No. 32. Rescued from the scrap heap, it was one of those projects the owner planned but never got around to. It was in very poor condition, the top had several cracks and was separating from the body at the lower bout. I cleaned it up, cleated all the cracks and re-glued the top, adding quality strings and a proper set-up.
How does it sound? This little gem rocks; with a beautiful full bodied tone (if texture had sound, think warm maple syrup), surprising volume and exceptional playability.
So, I am one of their newest fans and would love to hear your DiGiorgio story.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Bovine Anatomy 101
August 3, 2011 - A conversation on the front porch between Grady (my grandson) and myself. Grady: Why is Sally (the dog) by the fence? Papa; she went out to see the bull pass by. Grady; Where? Papa; right there. Grady; That doesn't look like a very good bull. Papa; Do you know what a good bull looks like because that one is a very good bull. Grady; Really? Papa; Yes, didn't you see that set of wheels? Grady; They have wheels? A very big eyed Grady ran off to see the wheels on the bull. End of conversation...
Posted with his Mother's permission.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
The Windmill Man
In Memory of Norman Luther Finch
May 10, 1917 - November 5, 1994
At a place amid fields of tall grass and days of a fourteen hour sun, his life's journey began, his race was set to run.
Loving parents taught him the things he knew, West Texas values; honest, tried and true. He learned how to walk and when to make a stand, a simple beginning for the windmill man.
He was many things to many people; a son, a brother, a life mate, a father, a grandfather then great, a friend to all who knew him with a heart the size of our state.
But, oh those windmills, he loved each and every one, the brand didn't matter or even if they would run.
He loved them all, both old and new, he found strength in their endless cycles and even their quiet times - he loved those too.
The black disease took his body as his family held him near, we prayed for his spirit and now hold his memory dear.
Gone but never forgotten and finally boots that fit, a king's ransom I'd gladly pay for one minute more, just to talk and sit.
Dad, how I grieve at your passing, no one left I must impress, but joy for you, joy for you, no more pain or suffering, only peace and rest.
Now your days are spent in heaven, listening to the angels sing, always we will cherish the feelings that our memories of you bring.
And now, according to God's master plan, there is only peace, a special peace, just for the windmill man.
I love you Dad,
Arnold
May 10, 1995
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Black Label Cigar Box Guitar
...under construction |
Description:
20 fret, 25" scale, 3 string cbg. Poplar neck, bracing, tailpiece and body attachment. Oak fret board, chrome 18:1 sealed tuners, piezo transducer pickup with volume control, body attachment, "Cross" medallion.
Tuning/Strings:
G/D/g tuning. Very light strings, G-.022" wound, D-.014" plain steel, g-.10" plain steel, producing a slightly zither or dulcimer tone but very responsive.
Body attachment: custom bentwood, removable and reversible.
Phillip Hansel with his new cbg. I had the pleasure of being present and meeting Phillip for the first time on the evening he received the cbg as a gift. Phillip is a new friend, dedicated engineer, juggler and very talented musician. Check out Phillip and some of his interesting projects at:
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Why is our water bill so high?
My daughter sent me this video about four years ago, I ran across it recently and thought it was worth sharing.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
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