Rather than just do a build thread since there are so many(finished and unfinished) I thought I'd put some fun into it by weaving legends, stories about epic heroes and their tragic demise, suffering, comic happenings and cosmic redemption. A storied mishmash of myths about a guitar is by its definition heroic: the rise of and the sustaining of a man's virile power, despite what perils come, until at last his name is engraved forever in the Tome of History.(Or so a degree in literature and creative writing taught me... what a tragic waste of money!!!) And so our story begins, Dearest Readers, with a poem the likes of which is found all over the world and in all cultures, but most beautifully and succinctly said by a bunch of frozen Norsemen who, having got themselves in quite a pickle, were trying to rouse their spirits. Lo!! There do I see my Father. Lo!! There do I see my Mother and my Sisters and my Brothers Lo!! There do i see the Line of my People, back to the Beginning. Lo!! They do call to me!! And bid me take my place among them In the Halls of Valhalla Where the Brave May Live Forever We can imagine, just a few months prior to their definitive battle against the Skraelings of the New World... that they were in Denmark, that boggy, cragged and rocky craphole, at least it was in 800AD, huddled by fires in the marsh telling each other that if they burn the peat bogs and stones in a massive but contained fire, that they could finally solve that age old rebus... the Riddle of Steel. So they cut down their ash trees, some destined for firewood, some for scabbards and grips for their soon to be blades. They knew of steel because as "traders" aka thieving pillaging bandits who did some legitimate trading they came across the turban clad Persians who had conveniently "traded" with India for what has come to be known as "Damascus" Steel. The People of Wyk, you know them as Vikings, came face to face with the American Indian Horns of Power. But were they frightened? HELL NO. The Skraelings had no steel age weapons. Only bone and knowledge of poisons and Dark Magic. But the Wyks... they had magic of their own. The cobalt rich soil and stones made blades which, in the sun shone a bright blue. The incessant, unending hammerstrokes pleased Thor who routinely in the weeks and months prior to the battle, sent Thunderbolts into steel, tree and wyk alike, along with a lot of Rain. An interesting but necessary aside, the Tibetans and Indians call lightning and truth the same word; Vajra, which incidentally is also a hammer weapon shaped in their idea of what lightning looks like. The answer to all riddles is truth and so steel is truth being its own answer to the riddle, or at least so say the Visigoths, the Huns and and other tribes of the Central European Plains. What could be more truth-invoking than a whap upside the head???? Nothing, according to the Zen Buddhists who think nothing of slapping you across the face. You have just been hit by-the vajra-lightning of epiphany... the sound of one hand clapping!!! But let's travel West for a time. To the land of Angels and Thor, or Tor, AhTor... Arthur. Let's go to England and visit the Picts, the Welsh and the Saxons. They were Wicca... pagans who worshipped nature's various alter egos, and it was their various clashes with the Northmen that caused them to realize. They too cut down the Ash and the Oak to fuel their fires to to pull steel from rock mines, ore mines as well as bogs, for England had many. Whosoever pulleth Sword from Stone shall be King. Marvel in wonder at how there, right there in legend, seeing beyond the sizzle, is the steak. the meat. the truth of it. To transmute one thing into another, to burn wood and stone ore to make steel... to transmogrify as Calvin would put it... there is the truth. To take crude things and make them something more. And there he is again.. the Once and Future King, Arthor, Thor, the Wyks own Pagan god, who like Prometheus "brought fire down from heaven" to change the land for the Secret of the Grail is that the Land and King are one. And so, when King betrayed by his brother Lancelot, as was Thor by Loki(many times) the land suffered as the King Suffered. The truth of Caliburn, Caliborg Calebwich(Welsh), the 'hard cleaver' was that Camelot was to be forever.. the truth that was pulled from the stone... Excalibur and that it would guard it like the Flaming Sword of Paradise. But laid low by sin, the Ash handled sword was thrown back into the lake, back into the darkness, until another Artor, another Norseman would come to lay claim to the throne of the Angel Isle. Incidentally the Windsor family are Norse and German/Saxon Jew by blood. I find it interesting that the truth of this world, 'the world' is found in steel. Speaking of Angels, let us go back in time a bit further... back to the beginning, which for most of us is around 32AD at least, in the English Speaking World. Sent from upstairs was God made man. And he was on a mission, to bring the truth. And he started by plunging into the dark waters of Jordan, held down by his cousin John. A few words were spoken and voila!! he comes up from out of the darkness and into the light, which even for the day shone much more brightly and a voice pierced the clouds and shook the earth with thunderous authority: This is my son, in whom i am well pleased. Well That should have been it right there, but the hard hearts of man were not ready for the truth. What truth? That we had been deceived and robbed of our birthright as the made sons of God. We were his and always to be his. But we had fallen away, deceived by a mere whisper to the ear. So how, dearest reader, could the hero of this story make things right? For that we can thank those great importers and exporters of the day... the Romans. Ironically the Romans despised the Celts, the Saxons, etc.. for being pagan e.g. not worshipping the right gods. And they certainly didnt like those pesky blondes from the fjordlands, both of whom had something in common. Their highest truth was that the world ash tree had roots as big as the tree's canopy: As above, so below or so they say anyways. What the heck do i know lol. The Norse call the tree Yggdrasil, the gateway to Asgard and the divine. But alas, Bonny Portmore, the Oak and the Ash, they are all cut down to do what? Industry. Steel. They supplanted their own high truths for the truth of "this world", the deceivers truth-sounding lie that we should all cut one another down with weapons and be returned as wood in fire to damnation. I find it interesting that Jesus was a carpenter and mason, a builder of things. He had a better use for wood, methinks. Well the Romans, Hadrian's wall and all that sure helped out. They exported a lot of ash and oak lumber to Jerusalem. As you shall soon see, they will need its strength.... something strong has to carry the weight. The weight of Jesus on the cross and the collective sin of the whole world, past and future... so heavy incidentally that Jesus needed a touch of help to get to the finish line. from Simon whose name means "listener". coincidence that our burdens, when made heavy are listened to and lifted by the Holy Spirit? i think not. There are no coincidences in a hero's journey. Meanwhile, the Controller of "the world", the chief basement dweller had him crucified in the morning. Like Excalibur glistening in the sun. T View attachment 420642 View attachment 420642 here was our hero suffering in what Satan called his dominion, the morning. Maybe that explains why we all collectively hate mornings, especially Monday, which from the ancient Syriac means "Satan's sandy little butthole." Satan finally got his wish, The Son of Man laid low while the former angel turned Salacious Crumb basked in what he thought would be his day. But it's just like a hero to turn the tables and so elegantly too. With a whisper in the ear. With his last breath he uttered the Gospel's final words, bookending the fall of man from the divine to the dust of the earth with His own Eikóna kathréfti. The mirror image of the fall. Which Is?? Pregnant Pause to end all pregnant pauses... The way it was supposed to be all along. A resurrection and a new, unending life. "it is finished" Jesus said, and like: the Vikings vs the Skraelings, like Arthur vs Mordred, like Thor vs Loki, even Roy Hobbs vs The Pittsburgh farm boy pitcher...those 3 words ended the eternal damnation of Mankind. One sound, one light, one thought, one indefatigable truth...one lightning bolt delivered as a whisper..... that we can wallow in the dirt muck and mire of whatever plagues us... or we can stand. Meanwhile. sharp eyes will note I'm making this guitar, this heroic symbol out of Douglas Fir and not Ash. Why? Truths slide by often enough but this one stuck with me for many years. Coincidence? i think not, for there are no coincidences in a Hero's journey. Jesus was a carpenter. What do we build houses out of today? 2x4's. Hobbs asks Bobby Savoy to pick him out a winner... the "Savoy Special". Savoy is a region in France overrun by fir trees. Another use of fir is to make soap. Soap, perhaps, to wash our sins away. Savoy, etymologically speaking comes from Roman historian Ammianus Marcellinus (c. 330 - c. 400) coined the word Sabaudia, or Sapaudia meaning land of fir trees.. and in modern french, Sapiniere... So I guess this was my way to combine those two bats into one guitar. But why Wonderboy? I guess, its my way to "go back to the beginning" I was 10 when my life was turned upside down... I wont go into it but it was horrifying. Life ending, really. I spent the next 18 years hating life and everyone in it. I saw The Natural the same year... 2 years after the movie came out... so 1986. The way Roy hit that last homer...it struck a very deep chord in me and I didn't even play baseball. I really feel like I've been on my own version of Homer's Odyssey. I want to go home. Back to the beginning where everything went wrong and make it right so that the rest of my life isn't as plagued by turmoil as the last bit. I always wanted a bat. Hell thats halfway to a guitar neck really. Always wanted to play guitar and be in a band and do all the things I couldn't back then as a poor kid with a traumatic injury. I guess Robert Redford said it best as Roy in the movie(1:25) : Newbcaster PS: I bet you didn't think guitars and Easter had a relation did ya?? Happy Belated Easter folks.