I’ve named this my resurrection guitar.
It was a pawn shop score ~ Fender Squier Strat~ that I bought years ago in Florida when faced with a week with no guitar to noodle on.
Really nice body and a great fat neck, but the pickups, controls, wiring and jacks were junk. In 2017, I decided to make it into a real guitar. Stripped out everything, melted the poly off with a torch, and mixed up my best approximation of seafoam green lacquer.
It was July 17, 2017, while laying on coats of lacquer, that I found my oldest son had passed away in his room after a long struggle with traumatic brain injury he suffered in Afghanistan.
I set that guitar on my bench. Never bothered to clean the sprayer... just let it sit for three years. I couldn’t even look at it.
But God is good, and life goes on. Last year, I finished it. I did the clear coats and polishing, then rebuilt it with Telecaster controls. Got the pickups from a great winder in New York, John Benson. Yes, that’s a vintage wind P90 in the neck, and he wound me a Tele bridge pickup that would match the higher grunt of the P90.
The clean tones out of a P90 are glorious.
Resurrection Guitar brought back my love of working on guitars, and it brings me good thoughts about my boy.
Thanks for asking and letting me share that.
Well, as the best source of quotable wisdom once said, “When you get to the fork in the road, TAKE IT”.
I think you chose well.