Well, after so much pain and even more whining about it, I'm please to be able to introduce to you The Siren Song One, the greatest chunk of loveliness to come out of Portishead since Eddie Large flounced into the sunset.And from the top it is a beautifully marked swamp ash bodied Esquire, stained a dark oak hue, with what is without the finest Telecaster pickup in the world, a Mojo Broadcaster, at the bridge, with a classic Esquire wiring loom, all top notch CTS pots, Oak Grigsby switch, cloth covered wire and lovely big PIO caps.
A rather delish maple/maple neck is suitably nailed on, with relic/aged ashtray bridge, and Kluson tuners doing their bit for world hunger along with aged Gotoh strap pins and knobs.
Topping it off, we've chopped a pickguard from an original 1964 copy of the Rolling Stones debut and eponymously monikered album, and gilded this tiger of a lily with a fabric 'binding' fastened with corroded golden pins.
And man, it is one classy and classic looking guitar, which plays like a dream and sounds like everything you'd hope for.
I am so gushingly chuffed with this one I'm practically orgasmic (or maybe it is a heart attack, hard to tell at my age.)
But there we are, The Siren Song One, here, now and groovy with it.
La la laaaaa
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