ernandez R -> RE: Building two under influence of a 1973 Sobrinos de Esteso (Jan. 15 2021 3:47:43)
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It's the damn coved or 2020 or somthing in the air... I've had some issues last few monthes. Sold my airplane last month, just sold the floats for it yesterday, flying was the soul of my life, literal wings, life changes as do needs and prioriteas, just recall that no mater how bad it seems, how ugly humanity becomes, we have it better then centuries past and our lifestyle may not be financially the one percent we really are living a dream. We are not picking through a trash heap for our food or living in fear of a crystalnock event. We are the chosen ones in so many ways. We can get online and bitch about anything or nothing more padantic then what is flamenco, what strings should I use, or what nomanclature for a cord progression, all the while I'm thinking no gattanao is his right mind would be doing this, most scratching a life out of meager means, beating an anvil all day on a bowl of beans, as a child I turned the bellows for my ferrior father, fill up on rice and beans he would half joke at the dinner table. BTW: Damn if I didn't make the best pot of moose rib bone beans the other night... Food of my people! Had a few shouting matches with the boss which is not somthing ether of use do, then I feel too guilty to go out into the shop to work on guitars, I put my head down and go through my boring as F physical therapy routine for hours, searching and searching for my F'n bootstraps... No one can do it but ourselves... I'm almost there. Finished up dinner and I'm dieing to get out and start a set of canary yellow teak pegs for my andulsian themed parlor, I've got the woods for my next set of flamenco run through the drum sander, just need to candle the seams and start gluing the five piece backs and three piece sides, and still no idea how I'm going to rosette them. Olé! Screw em Stephan, show us what you got, and screw that snob, build him the best guitar you have and when he comes over to pick him up, let him play it, and when he is ready to leave, tear up his check and tell him to F off, tell him he is not worthy of a Faulk guitar, tell him there is too much honor in what you build to share with a bitch, and when you sit down at your meager dinner, recall that there is no shame in warm pot of beans. HR
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