On C.F. Martin Guitars and the suck quota
I'm not thinking of this because it will ruin the moment but here I go anyway. Have you ever had so many amazing things happen to you almost all at the same time, that you start thinking that disaster is impending? Like, if every up has its down, this next down is going to be a doozie! That's kind of how I'd be feeling right now, but I refuse to let myself ruin this. If this is what turning 40 is like, bring on 50!
On C.F. Martin Guitars: As if I hadn't had enough negative to say about their customer service, the last guy I talked to on the phone told me that, without fail, Martin would e-mail to tell me when my guitar had shipped. I'd been checking my e-mail extra carefully for a few weeks when shebang! The mail room calls and tells me that there is a 'large package' for me. I had the nice mail room clerk read me the return address. No surprise. It's from C.F. Martin in PA.
But the good news is this: Two days later, (that's today) I took delivery of my 'new' baby and she arrived in kid glove packaging and none the worse for the voyage. And I guess it's to be expected, what Martin lacks in communication skills, they make up in luthier skills. They told me that they couldn't do anything for the finish and I don't know what they did, I suspect they just buffed it out, but on first glance, it looks like a new guitar. So, I guess they lied, but I forgive them. They told me that the repairs might be visible, and maybe they are, but I'm thrilled with 'scars' from the surgery. I really can't find them. If only we humans could be so lucky! The action is wonderful and the tone is amazing. Only now does one understand why a well broken-in Martin is the guitar against which most others are measured. I'm having a hard time putting it down.
I guess that's all I'll say about that. I'll give my guitar a hug and go to bed now before my head explodes from over-exposure to sheer awesomeness.
On C.F. Martin Guitars: As if I hadn't had enough negative to say about their customer service, the last guy I talked to on the phone told me that, without fail, Martin would e-mail to tell me when my guitar had shipped. I'd been checking my e-mail extra carefully for a few weeks when shebang! The mail room calls and tells me that there is a 'large package' for me. I had the nice mail room clerk read me the return address. No surprise. It's from C.F. Martin in PA.
But the good news is this: Two days later, (that's today) I took delivery of my 'new' baby and she arrived in kid glove packaging and none the worse for the voyage. And I guess it's to be expected, what Martin lacks in communication skills, they make up in luthier skills. They told me that they couldn't do anything for the finish and I don't know what they did, I suspect they just buffed it out, but on first glance, it looks like a new guitar. So, I guess they lied, but I forgive them. They told me that the repairs might be visible, and maybe they are, but I'm thrilled with 'scars' from the surgery. I really can't find them. If only we humans could be so lucky! The action is wonderful and the tone is amazing. Only now does one understand why a well broken-in Martin is the guitar against which most others are measured. I'm having a hard time putting it down.
I guess that's all I'll say about that. I'll give my guitar a hug and go to bed now before my head explodes from over-exposure to sheer awesomeness.