I managed to finish it first thing this morning and then played it into shape for a few hours, and call me fickle and a guitar tart, but I think I'm in love again.
The neck is a proper old style handful and feels beautiful to play - you proper glide around the place.
And the pickup - Marc at Mojo Pickups wound me a hotter version of his beatified Broadcaster - 13K if such things mean much to you - and it sustains like a Viagra monching octogenarian. The tone is gorgeous too, that real on-the-edge feeling to it.
As for the wiring, Marc has also done me one of his classy Esquire looms for three tones from one pickup, and I am so in love with the cocked-wah front position, well, I may just gush.
As for the finish - well, the body is a lovely lump of swamp ash, and back and sides have got a blue stain/hard wax oil finish, while the top was treated to a bronze bath (the drips run over the side - I love that) before being attacked maliciously with some home brew acid, so that is has corroded in a vaguely burst effect quite lushly.
Lush, is indeed what I am thinking. Proper lush.
And so there we are, a lovely old school Esquire - and I didn't even mention the Bakelite pickguard - with a proper old school neck and tone by the bucket.
Lush in excelsis
La la laaaaa
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