
After two months in India, one is inclined to get their haircut (and colored) and my number was up today. The salon I frequent is, conveniently, across the street from a favorite cafe meeting place. When I emerged two hours later more kempt that I've been of late, I was met not only by two friends but a brand new guitar built by one of those friends! No number of exclamation points can do justice to how cool I think this is. More than a year ago, having given himself an assignment to build a certain number of acoustics to properly learn the luthier trade, Mario Desio asked me — yes, I was fortunate to figure in his count — what type of guitar I'd like. I already own a lovely Martin, but I've always admired those little Elvis Costello Gibsons. Mario tasked me with choosing and buying some wood (in this case, Indian Rosewood) and then he went to town (or rather his workroom). And here today, it was, shiny and resonant and beautiful...and mine! I'm so grateful. And I'm glad I have a gig tonight to give it some play.
If I were the groundhog, based on this day, I'd say spring is coming early.
If you want to see the guitar in action, come down to Velo Rouge Cafe in San Francisco tonight for the Songsalive! Showcase. I'll be playing a 40 minute set.
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