I don't plan on doing this perpetually, but after looking around at newer vehicles to replace my 96 Pathfinder I became quite disheartened by my options. Everything new just got more plastic and more computerized. So I did the natural thing and bought a older 95 Pathfinder with a manual transmission for $1,000 from some guy in northern Georgia. It looked like the oil hadn't been changed in 100,000 miles, but meh, it still got me all the way back home in the north Cumberland Plateau region of Tennessee.
Dieter Hennings-Yeomans and Zach Finkelstein recorded this album in two parts at Bastyr University chapel: on May 30th, 2019, the day before Zach's son, Remy, was born. And then, after a flurry of cancellation, rescheduling, and many, many, sleepless nights, They finished the album a month later at the same venue. Dieter Hennings performs with Zach using maple guitar no. 56
Here is a Simon Marty owned by one of my customers, Dieter Hennings, and posted here for sale. It's a 650mm scale with a Western Red Cedar soundboard and what seems to be a Cocobola or Brazilian Rosewood back and sides. The guitar has a very strong, penetrating fundamental resonance very common with this luthier's building style. The bracing is a radial pattern using what appears to be balsa with a carbon fiber capping.
On March 4, I made a journey over to Clarksville, TN and Austin Peay State University to attend Dieter Hennings guitar concert. I made the trip with a photographer, Ron Baker, who bore witness to the crazy tornado damage along I-40 as we drove. Dieter has been performing on Guitar No. 56 for about one year and this was the first opportunity I had to attend one of his concerts.
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.
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.
Here are some pictures of a recent project I just completed in which I stripped the lacquer off a 1980 Kohno and refinished the gutiar with a French Polish of Shellac. The original lacquer had yellowed quite a bit and apparently the wood underneath was quite beautiful.