The first guitar was completed weekends while working at Gallagher Guitar Co 2006 and 2007. It was the culmination of the past six years of college, work and the superfluous, self reflective cocktail of yoga, meditation and youthfully ignorant enlightenment. The guitar was ok. I didn't know crap. In addition to fundraising, those are the things that passed through my mind as I balanced the completed guitar no. 2 on its side, freeing myself to grab some French polishing supplies.
I started working immediately after serving years in the Peace Corps. I didn't like the idea of rounding off two years of service by surfing the couches of family and friends in search of the next adventure, so I applied for a job managing a non-profit in Cookeville, TN. I had never spent time in Cookeville, nor did I have any desire or lack there of to live there. I was in a very peculiar state of mind. The previous two years were my first experiences with impulsivity.
When I was about 10 or 11 years old much of my free time was spent exploring the imaginitive opportunities provided by my family farm. One particular day I went I bit too far and broke some safety glass out of an old Volvo. At this point in my life it had beome a permanent fixture, albeit gradually melting, season after season, into the pasture's grass . Unfortunately, that car wasn't mine to destroy.