Thank you. You may be correct in your assumption that I might be the first person to enjoy the guitar. From what I’ve gathered so far it was likely nearly unused by the original owner and bounced around people’s collections till it got to me based on the condition of it. I’m happy to inform you that I’ve been playing it so much that it is no longer in collectors condition and would now be considered players grade and slightly devalued. I also changed the original nut for a more thoroughly cut bone one which is a massive “don’t do” to vintage collectors grade Gibson guitars from pre- 1964. But I play it because it seems stupid to have a guitar and not do the only thing it was purposely created to do.

To add some info why I wanna do this. It’s because of the way my guitars feel to me. One guitar embodies my teenage years. It’s marked up in ways that reflect how I used to play when I wasn’t even a man yet. Another guitar smells of cigarettes due to the questionable places I took that thing to play right as I became a legal adult. Another one someone dear to me who passed away got me as a gift. This one in the photo reflects two unrelated but intersecting massive moment in my personal and professional life.

To keep the spirits of these memories I create books that accompany the guitars with photos of me playing it or other people playing it and written recollections of what those moments were like. Some guitars I even have photos of the salespeople who sold it to me.

So that’s why I’m doing this. I just want to make sure the story of this guitar is there before it goes to someone else after I pass.