Burn Yesterday
Tele-Meister
So I figured after 50-plus years of trying to play guitar and never really getting good, I probably ought to have a Telecaster. At that time Rondo was selling very nice guitars for very little money, so I got one of their Teles.
Not really a Tele, it had a contoured body and a beautiful sunburst finish, but everything else was regulation. Really really beautiful.
I hated the neck. Hated it hated it hated it. Frets the size of railroad ties and a thick coat of polyglop.
So it sat for a long time until I thought I'd just screw on another neck and it'll be fine. And the sunburst would look better against a dark fingerboard anyway.
I bought a discounted Mitey-Mite neck on ebay, only to discover that every feature I was looking for, they lied about. The nut wasn't wide, which a klutz like me needs, and the frets were the size of railroad ties. And it was coated with a ghastly apparently waterbased sealer, making it look like a basement-dwelling vegan in the process of starving to death.
Well, following a year of spraying different stuff on it and stripping it off and replacing the frets and all like that, on Christmas I had it dialed in.
It's different. It's like driving a truck. Some of the notes were in different places. But all along the time I'm getting acquainted with it, I'm digging it. I'm digging the directness of it. I'm not right there yet with strings but I am getting the point.
I am getting the point.
.
Not really a Tele, it had a contoured body and a beautiful sunburst finish, but everything else was regulation. Really really beautiful.
I hated the neck. Hated it hated it hated it. Frets the size of railroad ties and a thick coat of polyglop.
So it sat for a long time until I thought I'd just screw on another neck and it'll be fine. And the sunburst would look better against a dark fingerboard anyway.
I bought a discounted Mitey-Mite neck on ebay, only to discover that every feature I was looking for, they lied about. The nut wasn't wide, which a klutz like me needs, and the frets were the size of railroad ties. And it was coated with a ghastly apparently waterbased sealer, making it look like a basement-dwelling vegan in the process of starving to death.
Well, following a year of spraying different stuff on it and stripping it off and replacing the frets and all like that, on Christmas I had it dialed in.
It's different. It's like driving a truck. Some of the notes were in different places. But all along the time I'm getting acquainted with it, I'm digging it. I'm digging the directness of it. I'm not right there yet with strings but I am getting the point.
I am getting the point.
.