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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 12:55 pm
I signed in earlier and wrote this beautiful post about my El Degas only for it to disappear completely. Sigh.
I think its an MT -1? can't tell as it is smudged.... Serial no. 4100035 it has large inlaid abalone pieces on the frets and inlaid abalone & bone trims. Its, rosewood and mahogany. I looks and sounds amazing. If anyone knows more about it I would love to hear it. I know its abalone because i grew up in an area where we ate abalone like chocolate and the shells delighted me as a child.
In May 1975, my dad bought me my second guitar, for my 10th birthday. I had been playing an Classical Yamaha my mom had bought me for my 8th birthday. I never had any formal lessons. A friend of my parents taught me some chords and I played by ear. I had endless people to play with in those days. There are old photos of me playing, I was so tiny i could barely get my arms over it and my feet were way off the floor. I played it continuously. My dad figured since I showed such promise I could do even better with an acoustic. We lived in a very remote area, a logging camp in the Queen Charlotte Islands (aka Haida Gwai) and he had to go to Vanouver to see a dentist, and he picked it up there. As a result it wasnt returnable. My mom peaked that he would spend that much on a 10yr old and without consulting her first. But there were no phones where we lived .. just radio and it gave him so much joy to give this to me...I have never seen one quite like it. I loved it immediately. I never picked up the Yamaha again. He paid $700. with the case which was quite a bit of money in those days. Sadly it became the beginning of my parents impending divorce. Anyways when you live in a remote area like that, where it rains all the time, there was not much else to do but play and jam with the guys in the bunkhouse. I have fond memories of that.
Long story short, when my mom left my Dad, I was 12, the oldest of 4kids, I was not allowed to take my guitar(s) as no one else could take their "toys" only a knapsack on our backs, we flew off. I was separated from it for many years. Now living in civilization and going to public school, I discovered new interests, tv, movies, sports, friends. When it was returned to me, what once was the centre of my being held no more interest for me but I was still very attached to it as it was a gift from my dad that reminded me of happier times. My mom remarried and her new husband who had 3 guitars, gibsons 6, martin 6 & 12 became attached to it. At 16, my dad moved to civilization and I moved in with him but again my mom would not allow me to have my guitar or anything else for that matter. Over principal, I continued to fight for it. My step dad offered a trade only - my El Degas for his Martin. I would not go for it. Finally at age 20, they gave in, returned it to me without the case. I have looked at it and dusted it for over 25yrs now. It has been played and enjoyed by others, including my step dad when he and my mom visit. Strings changed. About a month ago my dad became very ill. I was walking by my guitar, nobody was home and I began to play. Until my finger tips were numb and black. It was like riding a bike. I found music on the computer and began jamming with my ipod. Then I was quickly out of tune. Frantic, I went to a music store and bought a Korg digital tuner. Wow. you gotta love technology. Instantly tuned. I have learned 7 or so new songs - my husband is absolutely amazed at how well I can play. I feel closer to my dad and I am so happy to be playing again.
It sounds wonderful and it is going to have its 36th birthday in a couple of weeks. Thats my story.
I think its an MT -1? can't tell as it is smudged.... Serial no. 4100035 it has large inlaid abalone pieces on the frets and inlaid abalone & bone trims. Its, rosewood and mahogany. I looks and sounds amazing. If anyone knows more about it I would love to hear it. I know its abalone because i grew up in an area where we ate abalone like chocolate and the shells delighted me as a child.
In May 1975, my dad bought me my second guitar, for my 10th birthday. I had been playing an Classical Yamaha my mom had bought me for my 8th birthday. I never had any formal lessons. A friend of my parents taught me some chords and I played by ear. I had endless people to play with in those days. There are old photos of me playing, I was so tiny i could barely get my arms over it and my feet were way off the floor. I played it continuously. My dad figured since I showed such promise I could do even better with an acoustic. We lived in a very remote area, a logging camp in the Queen Charlotte Islands (aka Haida Gwai) and he had to go to Vanouver to see a dentist, and he picked it up there. As a result it wasnt returnable. My mom peaked that he would spend that much on a 10yr old and without consulting her first. But there were no phones where we lived .. just radio and it gave him so much joy to give this to me...I have never seen one quite like it. I loved it immediately. I never picked up the Yamaha again. He paid $700. with the case which was quite a bit of money in those days. Sadly it became the beginning of my parents impending divorce. Anyways when you live in a remote area like that, where it rains all the time, there was not much else to do but play and jam with the guys in the bunkhouse. I have fond memories of that.
Long story short, when my mom left my Dad, I was 12, the oldest of 4kids, I was not allowed to take my guitar(s) as no one else could take their "toys" only a knapsack on our backs, we flew off. I was separated from it for many years. Now living in civilization and going to public school, I discovered new interests, tv, movies, sports, friends. When it was returned to me, what once was the centre of my being held no more interest for me but I was still very attached to it as it was a gift from my dad that reminded me of happier times. My mom remarried and her new husband who had 3 guitars, gibsons 6, martin 6 & 12 became attached to it. At 16, my dad moved to civilization and I moved in with him but again my mom would not allow me to have my guitar or anything else for that matter. Over principal, I continued to fight for it. My step dad offered a trade only - my El Degas for his Martin. I would not go for it. Finally at age 20, they gave in, returned it to me without the case. I have looked at it and dusted it for over 25yrs now. It has been played and enjoyed by others, including my step dad when he and my mom visit. Strings changed. About a month ago my dad became very ill. I was walking by my guitar, nobody was home and I began to play. Until my finger tips were numb and black. It was like riding a bike. I found music on the computer and began jamming with my ipod. Then I was quickly out of tune. Frantic, I went to a music store and bought a Korg digital tuner. Wow. you gotta love technology. Instantly tuned. I have learned 7 or so new songs - my husband is absolutely amazed at how well I can play. I feel closer to my dad and I am so happy to be playing again.
It sounds wonderful and it is going to have its 36th birthday in a couple of weeks. Thats my story.