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estebanana -> RE: FINE TUNING A GUITAR (May 26 2016 0:32:52)
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Stephen,
I assume you attempted to post your guitar in this thread. And you were told to delete your work?! That, and the rather condescending attitude embodied in the statement, "I have to admit that your guitar sounds good....So, welcome to my fine tuning thread, glad to have your presentation. Your guitars are certainly worthy," suggests less than welcoming faint praise.
I must agree with Anders that it would be in your interest to post your work in a thread initiated by you and dedicated to your work. As it is, this thread is dedicated to "Fine Tuning a Guitar" and appears to be a bit self-absorbed.
Bill
Bill,
Yes, I announced that I was going to try to learn something from this tutorial, even though I can build fairly well, you never stop learning- at least I can't learn enough. I tried to enter it a few notes and pictures into the mix, but was asked not to post my work even as an adjunct to the main subject.
I carried on my own work, figuring not doing any fine tuning could in a way serve as a control subject, compare a guitar that receives no additional monkeying around under the hood to one that does. The concept of control subject seems unwelcome......Hmmmm....Honestly I don't believe in fine tuning a matter of course, I think you learn to hit targets of weight, flex, articulation as result of being present while you work and through accumulated experience that is both empirical, facts /data and gut level, intuition- guitar maker inner guidance of some kind.
My Fort Worth bred grandmother was a bigoted, bible thumping old battle ax who thought I was a Devil worshiper, however she could quote the bible off the top of her head in a quite brilliant way. She had the perspicacity of a stubborn Talmud scholar when it came to "bible lernin". She eventually rose out of poverty after picking cotton in Central Texas as a child and having her finger bitten off by a cotton processing machine, maybe she was 9? Poor little thing. She had no education, but learned to read and became astute about politics and good at golf. She even joined The Marlin Club at Coronado Island in San Diego harbor and did manage to land a few large bill fish. Reeling them in with that chopped finger and braided linen line on a non level winding star drag Penn reel the size of table saw motor and an early fiberglass rod the diameter of your thumb. Those Pacific Striped Marlin never saw her coming. She used her tennis shoe trolled out on a cord as a "teaser" to attract them, when a sail was spotted in the water behind the boat they pulled in the sneaker and threw out a hook rigged flying fish, and the rest of the story would have set Zane Grey to the edge of his seat.
Her biblical aphorisms, platitudes and metaphors flowed as swiftly as her analeptic glasses of Ernest and Julio and Gallo, and even faster at mid bottle. In summer she drank red wine on ice, the only ones who do that are American rednecks and Spaniards. Not a bible man myself, but I still see value in those platitudes and soaked witticisms. They are useful in guitar making. " The lord says you shall know them by their fruits!" She often said this of Jimmy Carter, and not in good way. She hated Cesar Chavez, he was Mexican Mafia backed of course, and oddly she slightly mourned the death of Hubert Humphrey. Sour Grapes, and liberal pickings.
I suppose this influenced my life in someways, how could it not? Like I said I'm not a bible man, but it did stir in me the penchant to create platitudes of my own original synthesis. Like if are you going to drink the wine, don't punish the harvester. Nana could have used a little Fine Tuning herself, but why bother?
I apologize not all of you will understand this obtuse story, but I "guuurontee you boy", there are a coupla fellows out there laughin' really hard o'r this an trying not to spiller a glass 'o Scotch as they chorts.
"And that's the way it is."
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