I began my new year with a massive cup of Deadman's Reach coffee from Portland, and a good sized piece of sweet potato pie from Big Mama's house, while I watched Laurie Lee Campbell's newest offering, "Father Time." It's virtually impossible to watch anything Laurie Lee does and not smile; not feel hopeful about the road ahead, regardless of the journey.
I'm feeling the crunch here at the Nation. It's really about building guitars, and posting the results. You can have a houseful of CBG's, but if you didn't build them, it's not so interesting. So, I've been collecting cigar boxes, and reading about how to build, which really takes me out of my comfort zone. I've also sold the CBG idea to my partner in crime and music, Brad, who knows a thing or two about guitars. I was thrilled when he asked for a how-to-build-cigar-box-guitars video for Christmas. So, it's my turn to watch it and move forward with the plan.
It's good to stretch and grow, even when you don't want to. I'm happy to purchase cigar box guitars from the talented builders on CBN and ebay. The problem is, I want them all. I love the red Punch boxes as much as I love the Shane Speal Macanudo specials, as much as I love the Ashton wood series. I saw a magnificent grey Don Thomas CBG on CBN, so the search for a grey Don Thomas box was inevitable. Soon I had a stack of boxes and nothing else but the CBG habit. So, I had to switch my inner dialog from 'I'm a writer, I don't build,' to 'I'm a writer and I want to build.' If I want as many cigar box guitars as I have boxes, I'd better get my ass in gear and carve out some time for this. Otherwise, I'll have to sell my house -- and possibly a child -- to support my CBG habit.
In the meantime, I'm still learning to play, and I'm grateful as hell for the video's posted here, as well as Bluesboy Jag's how-to that I ordered. Again, if you don't play (or build) you're kind of on the other side of the tracks. This year I resolve to cross the line.
Happy New Year ladies....and many thanks to Laurie Lee for singing us out of 2009, wretched year that it was.