I haven't posted much from my shop lately... I'm in here early-mornings M-F, and sometimes on Sunday afternoons I set up a little work for Mondays. Tuesday mornings, I knock off and go play music with a couple buddies in a cool little coffee shop, then make deliveries of completed work and pick up more. So this has turned into a decent little part-time gig. I'm currently running about a week to a week-and-a-half backlog.
I don't post on stuff that belongs to the store's customers, but this one is a walk-in, and without really identifying the whole she-bang, I gotta' brag on my buddy and mentor Ward Elliott. I got this early 70's D-35 in for a lifting bridge, and the original pickguard rolling up. I heat-lamped the bridge and slipped the seam knife under it, and it eased right off, no mess, no drama... and I was met with this; (check the pic)
This bridge was replaced, and the intonation corrected on this guitar by my old friend many years ago. I immediately recognized his trademark locating holes for the bridge saddle from his jig, custombuilt for this job, and the relocated bridge pin holes so perfectly plugged, inside and out. I have no doubt he scratch-made this bridge so that the footprint fit the existing one on the guitar, no touch-up required. I texted him a picture, a Thank You, and a reminder that I owe him a sandwich next time we hang out. I'm so used to finding a big mess under these, that I was overjoyed to see such a nice job. All that's left here is a little clean up and reglue. I could almost do this one with one hand and my eyes closed.
I'll have a little more to do with the pickguard replacement... it had shrunken, and split the top at the infamous B-string location as well as the lower edge. I've already closed and cleated the cracks, still have to *seal the bare wood, cut, fit, and apply a new adhesive-backed pickguard to the guitar. (*until sometime in 1985, Martin pickguards were stuck directly to the bare top, and finished over, after that, the pickguard was applied to the finished guitars)
This is about all I'll do on a Sunday... brush a quick coat of Deft lacquer on here and let it be curing overnight. In the heat of the day, there's just too much going on in here, too much dust in the air, too many things moving around. And I can't be sitting around watching paint dry...
*It seems like I spend an awful lot of time fixing tragically wrong predictive text.