very beige

baby’s on the table

how do you gild the lilly?

two little squares arrived in a small manila envelope from austin, texas;  pickup rings, made especially for my guitar, swapping black for cream.

out come the lollars.   low-wind imperials, hand-spinning copper strands in the deepwood rainforest of the channel islands while the money rolls in.

those silent hippy studios…  maybe they found freedom up there, with all those sweaters and hair – where we used to be, among the giant wet cedars, bored so much more than shitless…

these pickups weigh about a ton.

pulling them off gets a chance for a peek inside; at the neck joint, a puff of fresh-sawn lumber, the boutique serial stamp that makes it worth a small fortune.


 

 

and another opportunity, to massage my special super-secret keyboard sauce (purchased at guitar center) into the dark grain of her lovely neck…

 


several tries to get the pole height just so…

 

 

 

 

was it worth it? was it all too much?  or does it look, instead.  just.  perfect…

 

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