Discussion in 'Other Guitars' started by Ray, Nov 14, 2018.
Yes, it was put back together, but later on it was destroyed beyond repair.
Hey! Hehe, Jackson never way my taste either! Even back then, haha.
And WOW! That IS a great set of beauties! (See you too have a SG Standard Autumn Shade yourself, good choice )
Cool! Spot on!
THAT is rock n roll!
I started playing guitar in like 1962, at the age of 14.
I used my father's classical guitar, the beat up one he called the
So I sang folk style, but dreamed rock an roll...
My father and mother attempted to discourage me from being a musician.
It didn't work. They wanted me to study and earn scholarships to college.
So I did that, but played my father's guitar too.
In those days, I was working as a golf caddy at a Country Club. When I watched
the James Bond movie "Goldfinger," I thought Oddjob was coooool.
I didn't make much money, so I couldn't afford to buy much of a guitar.
My father forbade me to take his guitar to college with me. He was afraid
that I would play music and get tangled up with girls and not study hard enough.
He was right. So I saved up my meager earnings, and vowed to buy my own
damn guitar. By then I was working at a Marina, pumping fuel into ski boats and
renting skiffs to fishermen. I earned $1.25 an hour, minimum wage in 1965.
When I hoped I had enough money saved, I took a pocketful to the nearest large
town, Pontiac Michigan. I looked for a pawn shop. I had heard of these, but never
been inside one. I found a shop that had the three metal balls over the door.
There were guitars in the window, as well as stereo record players and wedding
dresses. I went inside, and there on the wall was the most gorgeous guitar I had
It was a Crest ES-335 copy. (MIJ) I don't remember how much the pawn broker wanted for it... probably about $60.00. Hollow body, double hum buckers, I fell for the looks and bought it right away. I have no pictures of it. It was my secret.
I kept that guitar at my best friend's house, he was my music buddy at that time.
I played that guitar for about a year and a half, and took
it with me to College without my parents knowledge. But I finally traded it in on
a used Gibson FJN acoustic, which was a better guitar and more useful to me at
that time. I could not afford an amplifier.
Here I am with the Gibson FJN acoustic, and an attitude as you can see. Circa 1968.
This was my first good guitar, and it served me through my youth and into my career
as a pro. It was stolen in 1978, or i would still have it.
Hehe ...Thats a lot of funny and amusing stuff, man!
Fathers, guitars and girls were seemingly made to to just that
And that IS a way coool pic! Too bad about the guitar. That sucks so much, I've lost a couple myself.
("My stolen guitars", that could maybe be a new thread..?)
Well, I don't have any stolen guitars, but I'm willing to break into some shops in Denmark Street tonight if that would help.
That would take care of it then Can't wait to see your "my stolen guitars" thread!
And, oooh, Denmark Street - by far Europes finest little street!
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