Shiny new pickup for The Porn Shop One in hand.
Soldering iron nicely warmed up.
Everything looking cool and groovy and
now I'm sitting comfortably,
I begin.
Two minutes and it is all over.
(Why does that ring a bell?)
Not only have I managed to burn right thru the pickup connecting wire, but I've also turned the existing wiring in the lovely rusty body into a single glob of melted putridness.
How, you might ask?
Well, I took my eye off the ball - answered the fone and left the soldering iron, precariously sitting in it's stand, not for a moment imagining that it would topple over and into the guitar.
Which it did.
With hilarious consequences.
So, I start again.
At least the wood wasn't set alight, I guess.
So that was at 9.05am. Great start.
Needing a bit of therapy, I thought I'd polish some frets on a neck I've been practising on. So fretboard guard in place, wire wool in hand I begin.
First few frets look great, but the next one is clearly a bit on the sharp side as I realise when I see that the fretboard is developing a somewhat claret hue. And my finger is trickling blood all over it.
That was 9.30am.
Luckily I had a large Mr Bump plaster left.
No stitches required, I don't think.
Hot, sweet tea and a couple of crumpets later, I figure that maybe I'll leave those for today and do something completely different.
I got the lovely parquet Tele body for The Floored Genius One, and marked where I need to drill the holes in it.
That went OK.
Next I reached for my Ye Olde Handraulic Drill and...
Then I thought that maybe that wasn't a good idea either.
I'd probably kneecap meself.
Asking for trouble.
Instead then, by 10.30am the Jooky day is over and I'm going to go and visit a gallery or walk along the sea front or something.
Sometimes you just have to take the hint, don't you?
1 comment:
Sometimes the universe has it in for you, dude! When the planets align, though, the guitar gods smile upon us, and as a wise man once said: good things come to those who wait!
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