PHOTO: If I have any spirit animal, it is most definitely Buteo jamaicensis or Red-tailed hawk. Maybe I'll tell some stories. But it's enough to say Red-tailed energy has figured prominently at pivotal moments in my life. I'm poised to make the biggest to date.
My buddy Adam greeted me at the door with a bear hug: "Brother, so good to see you! Thanks for making the trip! What do you want to do today?"
"I really want to go to the beach. Let's just hang out and watch the waves and...scenery."
"Are you sure? I don't really do beaches."
Adam has experienced some intense times in the military, overseas. He's had sand removed from portions of his body that should never have contacted sand. We'll leave it at that. The scars are both inside and out. I truly appreciate his service.
"I'd really love to go. I'm moving to Texas and I want to get some ocean time before I'm landlocked."
"It looks like September."
He sat down on the couch, face in his hands. "Give me a minute...oh, shit. Okay, what's going on?"
Bart, Laura, Gethyn and I have been talking extensively. We've realized I am the weak link in the guitar business. Literally everything must be touched by my hands, and so I have become a bottleneck. In order for the guitar business to grow, it must grow beyond me. I am unable to meet current demand.
It is time to multiply my efforts.
For the past two years, I have been building prototypes and refining my methods. I now have a very explicit understanding how to achieve any tonal objective using body construction techniques.
Bart Townsend and I have worked through more than a dozen prototype machined necks, with the help of our excellent CAD/CNC engineer. The process has been extremely expensive and challenging...and so worthwhile.
Bart has also been expanding his Texas machine shop facility. His focus is aerospace, but his heart really wants to make guitars. Rockets and guitars. It just so happens he has a lot of extra square footage that is climate controlled and begging to be used...for something.
We're both thinking guitars.
So it's time to leap. It's time to put my teaching degree to work, training motivated employees with the skills and methodology I've been developing over the past (nearly) decade. The hardware components are ready. My designs are ready. I'm ready.
Adam got it. "It's the next chapter. Let's hit the beach. And, I'm going to buy you your first tattoo so we can remember this moment."
I love that guy.
PHOTO: Justin is somehow able to carry on an intelligent (and witty) conversation in the hour and a half it took him to ink my arm. If I tried that, I'd sever a finger. Talking and power tools don't mix.