Thursday, July 23, 2009
Bought myself a new guitar - a Rosetti Lucky 7. When I say 'new' I mean new to me. It's actually getting on for half a century old, having being produced by the Rose Morris company somewhere around 196o.
Rose Morris didn't make great instruments, in fact most of them were pretty cheap and nasty, but the Lucky 7 was the first guitar I ever coveted as a boy. It had a cutaway (wow), and it was electric (double wow). I had no chance of finding the necessary 14 guineas purchase price, however, and so the Lucky 7 remained a dream. Slightly richer now, if not much wiser, I saw this one on ebay and went for it. The poor old thing was in a sorry state, and it's taken quite a bit of work to get it back into playing order. Had to soak the neck in the bath and then clamp it to a hot radiator in order to straighten the blighter out. Not your standard luthier's method, perhaps, but it seems to have worked.
A strange thing happened with the bodywork. I rubbed it all down, primed and resprayed it, polished it up like new. If anything it looked a bit too new. A week or so later and the paintwork has crazed, inexplicably yet rather tastefully to my eye. Now it looks fifty years old again. There's probably a moral there.
Anyway, I shall take the old girl out on a date tomorrow night and give her a twirl.