Starting Whit’s guitar, again

So, this is the third guitar I've started for Whit. He's the only person to whom I feel like I owe one of my home-made guitars. The only person who's still alive and can wring every bit of tone from a nice guitar, I should say. He taught me a lot of what I know about guitars and music. And a bunch of other stuff. He's been my favorite "guitar guy" since 1973 or so when we started the first of our several southern boogie bands -- just a great guitar player. And there's more: one summer night, I think it was 1977, I backed my car over his new Takamine nylon-string guitar in its chipboard case Read more [...]