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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by Jakedog, Dec 2, 2020.
The only way I'd keep that is if it had a cool story about how it happened.
And it happened to me. Like I was shot at by a member of the Mexican Cartel while playing but the bullets bounced off of my belt buckle and I was able to escape with the beautiful senorita behind the bar...
Otherwise, no way. It's someone's else's story/responsibility/screwup.
That will buff right out.
Someone had to say it.
Hell hath no fury....
Why is it when a spouse gets angry the first thing they go for is the guitar or guitars?
I could do that .
Looks like angry wife hammer damage. I keep my hammers locked up.
In my experience (not personally, but some dummies I know) it generally has to do with a guy who has been sticking his business someplace else, and generally, the guitar was purchased as a gift by the spouse that has been made a fool of.
It’s not how I’d handle the situation, and I don’t condone it, but I can’t say I don’t understand why it happens.
When a mate’s girlfriend dumped him, she cut his suit trousers off at the knee and just left them hanging in his wardrobe...
All you need is a little wood glue, that should fix it.
Yeah me too. Those are excellent guitars.
Over time I would patch each hole myself, but it's ready to go as-is.
If this happened to me, she'd be selling her coach bag that's been sawed in half on eBay as a "heavy relic".
Graphic evidence of the intelligence of keeping one's spouse happy. If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy! Happy wife, happy life!
I don’t know much about the high-end used acoustic market, but $1,500 for a guitar with a ruined top that wasn’t worn through by the glorious hands of Willie Nelson seems, um, optimistic on the part of the seller.
Just call it Son of Trigger and play away, or maybe playing away was the initial problem ...
$60 for shipping? Just stick a shipping label on it and send it on its way. What's the worst that could happen?
Yeah, needs a cool story and pics, or it didn't happen.
About 20 years ago, a club owner/guitar player friend of mine (jokingly) brought a mandolin to me for repair.
His then lady-fiend had hit him over the head with it.
It was, uh, too late to save the mandolin.
It was splintered.
He laughed, I laughed.
That had to hurt.
My last wife came to my shop and “stole” my avatar guitar when we were squabbling.
We were always squabbling.
I charged her with assault three separate times.
Luckily, she never really hurt me.
I (obviously) got the guitar back.
And someone here recently said that I should just go ahead and play my tube amps full blast while my wife is watching Really Drunk Housewives. Obviously, not a good idea...