That was my half hour of fun this evening.
The guitar is a 2002 based on the serial number. A Schecter Diamond Series C-1 from 2002 to be exact. Though it looks more like it was made in the eighties, beat to hell, then left to rot outside for a while.
Looks a little something like that from a distance. More silvery in person though.
One of the many divots in the finish shows up here right below the bridge/string ferrules. Pretty spectacular just how rough a shape it's really in. Oh, spot the missing knobs and switch tips?
Finish cracks and the nasty as hell neck pickup.
Back of the body looks like somebody either dropped it when it was cold (poly finish breaks like plastic in those conditions), or applied the tried-and-true razor blade slice and dice routine.
One of the cracks in the finish alongside the neck joint, pretty common in older guitars. Not so common in post-2000 era guitars.
Headstock, with only a couple chips in the finish.
The magic. That neck fits me like a glove.
Mrs. NFB was introduced to the new lady this evening. I was expecting a glance and an eye roll. What I got was a serious look, and a nod. I told her the story. I told her a guitar like this NEVER speaks to me. I pass them by without a second thought. This one? It's like it called to me. Said it needed a home. Told me it needed me. Told me I needed it. I picked it up and played it, and I just knew.
In a rarely serious moment, she whispered reverently, "is that the guitar you'll make your millions with?"
I tried to laugh. It's absurd in the extreme. What came out was a choked gurgle sound, and I caught a sudden chill.
That woman. She's giving me back my dreams, piece by piece. Dreams I left behind for dead over ten years ago. Dreams I dare not allow myself to dream. And I love her for it.
Real or not, a dream can be worth a lot.
The guitar has several weeks, if not months, worth of work to be put into it to be what I know it can be. Yet part of me hesitates to start. Afraid I'll lose that feeling of mojo and comfort. Afraid I'll lose that feeling of an old friend in my hand when I pick her up.
But I will start. This weekend I'll likely break her down and gather up new screws and nuts from the hardware store, and inventory any electronics that need replaced. And consider possibilities for refinishing the body. And see about cleaning up those pickups. They sound too beautiful to toss. Any replacements will only be to the same thing from the same manufacturers.
Enjoy the pics and tune. I have things to think about.
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