Liberty Guitars
Right above these words is a picture of my new guitar. The first brand new guitar I’ve had it quite some time so I’m pretty excited, as you can probably guess. It’s called a Dobro guitar made by a company in New Smyrna Beach, Florida called Liberty Guitars. (http://www.libertyguitars.com/) I called and spoke to the owner, Bill Blue, who said that they’re all hand built and they can set them up any way I’d like, so just let him know…
Course, he also told me about catching a cold at some hippy wedding at Jimmy Buffets place in North Carolina the weekend before. I guess his long time road manager’s son was getting married and Jimmy offered up his place for the weekend. Bill and this manager fellow go way back I guess and he’s known the boy near his whole life so he went. Wound up way deep in the woods in a little clearing, getting soaked in the rain, and decided to spend the rest of the day in his wet duds instead of driving all the way back to the motel. At any rate, Bill was no stranger to talking on the phone I quickly discovered, but he had a nice easy style that I seemed to agree with and after talking to Sweetie about the whole thing, called him back and ordered the guitar above.
How did I get Sweetie to agree to this you might ask? Easier than you might think really… A few months ago in a pre-menstrual cleaning frenzy she knocked over one of my guitars and in a freak accident broke the neck off of the body. It was a guitar that I didn’t play all that much anyway but Sweetie thought it should get replaced and who was I to argue. So when I found this guitar she just couldn’t say no.
Bill said it would take three weeks to build the thing and he preferred sending it Priority Mail through the USPS. I said that sounded good to me so I grabbed a good book and tried not to think about it all that much. Three weeks later he emailed me and said the guitar was in the mail and I should get it in a few days. That was on a Wednesday. I’m thinking that if all goes well I’ll be getting it on Saturday. The days crawl by and on Saturday I find myself sitting by the window, drinking coffee and waiting for Gerry, our post lady to arrive. We get no mail.
Monday I’m back at work but decide to rush home for lunch cause that’s when the mail gets delivered usually, but once again I get let down. No guitar. Well by my calculations that’s four days and I should have gotten my guitar by now, but I decide to wait one more day before calling Bill. Tuesday I call Sweetie at home but she says that Gerry still hasn’t seen it. I call Bill and he says the mail is really slow due to the whole Anthrax thing and to give it another day or two.
Finally, one whole week later I see Gerry trying to haul this big old box out of the back of her truck. She’s got a bad back to I ran out to give her a hand and sure enough it’s my new guitar!
If any of you who read this are in the market for a nice, inexpensive, Dobro guitar, give Bill Blue a call. It plays like a dream and I couldn’t be happier... Itellyouwhat.
Course, he also told me about catching a cold at some hippy wedding at Jimmy Buffets place in North Carolina the weekend before. I guess his long time road manager’s son was getting married and Jimmy offered up his place for the weekend. Bill and this manager fellow go way back I guess and he’s known the boy near his whole life so he went. Wound up way deep in the woods in a little clearing, getting soaked in the rain, and decided to spend the rest of the day in his wet duds instead of driving all the way back to the motel. At any rate, Bill was no stranger to talking on the phone I quickly discovered, but he had a nice easy style that I seemed to agree with and after talking to Sweetie about the whole thing, called him back and ordered the guitar above.
How did I get Sweetie to agree to this you might ask? Easier than you might think really… A few months ago in a pre-menstrual cleaning frenzy she knocked over one of my guitars and in a freak accident broke the neck off of the body. It was a guitar that I didn’t play all that much anyway but Sweetie thought it should get replaced and who was I to argue. So when I found this guitar she just couldn’t say no.
Bill said it would take three weeks to build the thing and he preferred sending it Priority Mail through the USPS. I said that sounded good to me so I grabbed a good book and tried not to think about it all that much. Three weeks later he emailed me and said the guitar was in the mail and I should get it in a few days. That was on a Wednesday. I’m thinking that if all goes well I’ll be getting it on Saturday. The days crawl by and on Saturday I find myself sitting by the window, drinking coffee and waiting for Gerry, our post lady to arrive. We get no mail.
Monday I’m back at work but decide to rush home for lunch cause that’s when the mail gets delivered usually, but once again I get let down. No guitar. Well by my calculations that’s four days and I should have gotten my guitar by now, but I decide to wait one more day before calling Bill. Tuesday I call Sweetie at home but she says that Gerry still hasn’t seen it. I call Bill and he says the mail is really slow due to the whole Anthrax thing and to give it another day or two.
Finally, one whole week later I see Gerry trying to haul this big old box out of the back of her truck. She’s got a bad back to I ran out to give her a hand and sure enough it’s my new guitar!
If any of you who read this are in the market for a nice, inexpensive, Dobro guitar, give Bill Blue a call. It plays like a dream and I couldn’t be happier... Itellyouwhat.
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