Had to go looking for my old thread to post this...
The other day on another thread, I mentioned spending some quality time on the front porch with my 'favorite' guitar. Well, here she is... (what's left of a) 1950 Martin D-18. I played my first chords on this old guitar.
This one isn't anything special, at least not in the vintage guitar world. It's not a sought-after pre-1945 model with scalloped braces or Adirondack top and ebony appointments. Heck, it isn't even particularly desirable by collectors due the extreme playing wear (and outright abuse) sustained over it's 66 years. But it is absolutely hands-down-bar-none, the most stable guitar I've ever played. The action is lightning fast and low, the neck never moves with the seasons, the top is flat as a pancake, and the intonation is pert-near perfect... I'll take some credit for that last part. (I set it up that way years ago)
What I find most interesting about those battle scars is that they were obviously made by two different players. Most of the playing wear was made by a left-handed player, who almost dug his way through the top around the bridge. See where it had two original pickguards? It had to have been ordered that way, as evidenced by the bare wood underneath the now-missing upper one. I can only assume it was peeled off by the next guy, who beat her up some more, ambidextrously. Note also exhibit B, two different belt-buckle rashes on the back. No mistake, two different ruffians had possession of this poor old guitar.
I measured one time all the repaired cracks combined, for an astounding 30-some inches. Oh yeah, -I almost forgot- take a look at the bass side rib... it was replaced from the waist all the way to the tailblock. Imagine for a moment what it must have looked like to necessitate that repair. Did they use the guitar as a weapon in a bar-fight... who knows? I'm pretty sure Martin did the repair too... it's very solid, and typical of their warranty/repair work circa 1960's.
It's amazing this old thing survived this long... but she's been in my care for a little over 20 years now. I carried it on the road with me for a couple of them, but these days life is pretty tame. Oh sure, there's the occasional gig that comes along, I mean... a racehorse has gotta' run... but mostly we just hang out on that porch.