Just Maybe...

July 1, 2001, 6:34 p.m.—the busboy at Belle Vallée knocked over my metal dobro, the guitar I had played for fifteen years. The head stock snapped off, with some nasty jagged edges. I tried, and two luthiers tried... but the dobro died. It now decorates the carrot patch at my daughter’s house.

But... my search to find a replacement guitar may finally be over. I am in possession of a brand new Simon & Patrick Woodland Pro Folk—fourteen frets on a twelve-fret scale length, slotted headstock, and a gorgeous antique sunburst.

My new Godin rep showed up at the store yesterday, and the first new item he pulled it’s case was the S&P Woodland Pro Folk. Two weeks ago, when he called to introduce himself, my new rep and I got to chatting, and he had asked what kind of stuff I played and what kind of guitars I liked. Only in hindsight do I realize that I got set up. My new rep is no dummy. He brought that particular guitar on purpose.

I’m glad he did. The Woodland Folk may be the answer to my recent flummox. It just feels good in my arms, and my fingers get around without slamming around the strings.

I will know after my gig this Saturday if I have found my new guitar.

(I put one of my spare LR Baggs Active M1 pickups in it tonight, and then recorded a new song. I was pleased with the outcome.)

Time’s Up

(My new song)