Wind in the woods brings consequence. On the way up to the shop today the road was littered with leaves and boughs—nature's way of cleaning house. Trees are all around us in life, and in what we do. Trees are the source of great instruments and home for countless animals. We're always aware of the crashing of trees and branches when the weather gets a little rough around here.
In the perfect reflection of my car's hood I saw it fall towards me. I flinched instinctively, but it wasn't a tree branch—it was a red-tailed hawk with a wingspan as wide as my windshield. For about a hundred feet we flew down the road together, the great bird just a few feet above the road a car length ahead of me. It was as though the world was in slow-motion and the space between seconds became like minutes, until the hawk banked off into the trees and disappeared.
Once inside the shop, I mixed up some of the waterborne lacquer I'd been using on Anthony's guitar and got down to business. We'd both decided that a satin finish was the way to go, so it will be interesting to see how the flattening agent works with this paint. After decades of pushing the envelope to create thin, yet glossy finishes, I've decided that I don't care for them any longer.
I'm the first one to admire a custom-car paint job, but the patina of age on guitars that have been played and loved speaks of the experience that they have absorbed over time. There's just something about the satiny sheen of an aged guitar that makes it a musical instrument, and not an appliance. Stepping away from my past obsession with ultra-shiny guitars feels good—like taking flight.