17th October 2012
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Smashmouth Bass guitar
This electric bass guitar was played by Philip Endicot, who worked for General Radio back in the late 40’s - early 50’s. He scavenged parts there like a fat man in a bologna factory. His real passion was a 5 piece jazz band he belonged to called “Reform School”. This was one of the first jazz groups to go electric in Concord. He would use the pilfered parts on his bass in a quest to find “smashmouth boom”. Caught stealing red handed at G.R. in ‘58, he was sent to jail where he died in a fight over cigarettes, non-filtered Pall Malls to be exact. His brother inherited the bass and stuck it in his attic until 1998 when I bought it at his garage sale. It has the ultra rare contactor, a cool dark tone reed, and the infamous type 740 capacitance test bridge that G.R. was supposedly developing for a guy named Leo in Fullerton. (Never proven.)
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13th September 2012
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Shondracaster Electric Guitar
Here’s an odd electric guitar. The Spiritualist Heron Trippe built 3 Shondra platters in 1961. He named them after his wife, Shondra. They were designed to channel never before heard music into the physical world. No one was sure if he was scamming or sincere, but he claimed to have met with varying degrees of success. The one fastened to an accordian was destroyed in a bench fire at his workshop. Another is in a museum in Prague, screwed to a microphone. No one knows how it got there. This is the 3rd, attached to an electric guitar fashioned by Trippe in an effort to pick up “freak ghost chords”. Trippe died in 1963 and left no instructions on how to use it. Anyone for freak ghost chords?
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5th February 2012
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This electric guitar was modified in the early 60s by a young lady who inherited a spiral brass Spirit Cylinder from her Father. Spirit Cylinders are containers for “thoughts left behind” by souls who have departed and no longer need them. At least that’s what merchants told her Father in the Moroccan bazaar where he purchased it. He perished a short time later. The daughter was a struggling musician in Southern California and paid some electric guitar tech guru $100 to hook the Spirit Cylinder to her bridge pickup. She then pawned the guitar and ran away with an AWOL sailor to live with gypsies in Hungary. It’s not known if she ever had nerve enough to play the guitar after the modification. I won’t do it … perhaps you’d like to try.
18th January 2012
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Awesome 2012 Ohio Guitar Show!
You should have been there! Thousands were. Guitar heaven. Ready for the next gig? I better get to work making more guitars:-)
21st November 2011
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November 23-30, 2011
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21st November 2011
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John Redstone was rehabbing The Old Dog Saloon in Finster, Wyoming. He found this behind some double thick sheet rock in what had originally been the ladies’ room. It had an unreadable note taped to the strings and a diagram of how to wire up the red button marked R below the tone knob. Both come with the purchase. Brown stain on back probably isn’t blood. This guitar might be Fat Jelly Marburn’s “Big Green”. Let’s hope not.
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15th November 2011
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1st November 2011
“Is this a three quarter size bass guitar?” I asked. “Yeah, got it from a dude in New Hampshire. He had a clown act he did at parties and such and a full size bass stuck out of his pants too far.” I didn’t ask for elaboration. Didn’t need it. Didn’t want it. “Thirty bucks? Why so cheap?” Oh jeez, aren’t I the master of haggle? “It’s a piece of crap,” he said. He was obviously the master of salesmanship. “Take twenty?” I waved the bill. “No, thirty, and that’s firm.” “Twenty-three?” I pulled some crumpled ones out of my shirt pocket. “Done,” he said. It was the extra 2 knobs and the little box wired to the side that caught my attention. I needed to compare it to a diagram I had at home, but it looked like a dual amber capacitor housing and, if it was, this was a very good thing. Sixteen of these were made by Robby Hubson in 1968 exclusively for the Winslow and Sharp guitar works. They never worked like they were supposed to and, even worse, no one knows now what they were supposed to do. Just as it sat, it could easily fetch a grand and, if it lit up when amped, the sky was the limit. I whistled happy happy tunes all the way home.
28th October 2011
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Buying guitars must hyperactivate your kidneys. I was making really good time home in the truck, but nature’s call had progressed from a gentle urgency to “if I don’t find a bathroom real soon, I’m going to blow bladder all over the dashboard.” I stopped at a UDF and scurried inside. After I had taken care of the situation, I grabbed 2 jerkies and a Stuarts Cream Soda. The girl behind the counter flashed a smile showing teeth that could only be called teeth in the most polite sense. “I see you buy guitars.” She motioned at my truck. “Yes.” I was trying not to look at her mole. She had a mole on her chin that looked like Abe Vigoda’s nose, only in HO scale. “I don’t have a guitar, but I have a case for one.” She gave me my change. “No market for cases. Sorry.” I smiled and hoped the charm I exuded didn’t pass for flirtation. “It’s monkey skin,” she said. “I keep it here. Mom says it’s creepy and she doesn’t want it in the house. My boss lets me keep it in the back by the dog food. She had me at ‘monkey skin’. “May I see it?” She disappeared through 2 banged up aluminum doors and reappeared before they even stopped swinging. She plopped it on the counter. Yikes! This was the most grotesque guitar case I’d ever seen. “My Uncle Donny skinned a big monkey that he found dead in his swimming pool. He made it into a gig bag for his electric guitar. See?” She pointed to a raised area. “I think that’s his nipple.” No knowing about the legality of owning such a thing, I passed. But I can give you the address if you’re interested.
10th September 2011
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I better go gas up the truck. I’m heading over to East Pennsylvania today. Someone phoned me about a guitar he found in the crawl space under his godmother’s house trailer. I asked him if it was preserved from the elements in any way and he said “Yes” but would not elaborate any further no matter how I hinted around. I don’t think the crawl space under a house trailer is ideal for the preservation of an electric guitar no matter how well it’s wrapped up. I’m not expecting much. But he did say, the trailer is a rare 1949 Noonan Land Baron Deluxe and there are not many of those left, my friend, especially with the copper plated side trim intact! So I’m going to look at the trailer mostly and hopefully the guitar will be a bonus. He told me it’s Russian. And Russian electric guitars … well, when’s the last time you saw one? He said the pickups are wood and pitch with little triangle shaped magnets. Woo Hoo! I’m outta here.