I cut my teeth in the music biz using a six-string Gibson that I purchased in a pawn shop while still in the Navy. I added a pickup, one that was held in place with a hasp-spring and fit in the body opening. My first paying jobs consisted of a skinny kid sitting on a bar-stool with his pawn-shop guitar, a Shure mic on a boom stand, a 100-watt Crate amp, and a music stand beneath which were a plastic box filled with three-ring binders holding lyrics and tabs. I later purchased a six-string Ibanez. When I switched to a Yamaha 12 string, I thought I died and went to heaven.

Those were the days my friend,

Gary