Guitar Gore & Grief Processes...
Thought I'd share a bit more of my pain... Funny that: I thought I'd gotten over what I consider the all-too-human, but less than enlightened urge to be certain others understand the depths of my own suffering. I guess extremes bring out extremes in us al, eh? I find myself wondering at the lack of response to my recent tragedy, although psychologically, I'm quite certain that is half because those who've read my recent posts simply don't know what to say, (especially what with my tendancy to bitch over pointless expressions of pity and understanding,) and half because most of my friends have such huge friends' lists that even a large post from me vanishes quickly to a back page, and so most probably missed it all together.
BUT- since this is my LJ, and I can be naked and ugly here when and if I feel the need, the childish, unenlightened aspects of my brain are demanding appeasement. So, have some more pain, folks.
I'm growing more certain by the moment that I will lack the skills to repair her, and certainly that I lack the funds to have a pro do so. Scrubbed her off with Murphy's Oil Soap, (which cuts tar and plastic smoke residue quite well, btw,) only to learn that under the melted plastic of the case which was caked on her neck, the rosewood fretboard was damaged extensively. The wood is charred along the edge to almost half an inch in, and several millimeters deep. Scrubbing made this readily apparent. The fingerboard at least will need to be replaced, possibly the whole neck. (Neck might actually be an easier job, actually...) Of course, that also means new frets, (another massive job, which I couldn't afford before, and certainly can't now.) All the pearl inlay cracked and fell away, along with much of the veneers around the acoustic well. (The white lines around the big hole in the body, for the un-guitar-initiated.) Those, however, are mostly cosmetic. The veneers and inlays around the frame of the body, on the other hand, are intrinsic to the cohesion of the body parts, and will need replacing too. Buying a new guitar would be cheaper, certainly, and though I have always loved shopping for and covetting guitars, the concept falls pretty flat at the moment. This is my baby. She taught me how to play in the first place. She's been through hell for me and back in the past, and I can't just write her off. Then of course, there's the drums, which to replace would, by themselves eat up almost all the cash that the good folks of SilverFox Company blessed us with. Oh yeah. And the bitchin' Shofar? That's pretty messy too. Still makes a rockin' call, but it tastes and smells like ass, and Shadow's worried about it's toxicity now. And don't even get me started about the cost of a serviceable vehicle.
Also just discovered that a bunch of my art supplies didn't make it back either. ~grumblegrowl~ This just seems to be getting worse and worse for me...
SO...
Have I said, buy a shirt? Or maybe a bumpersticker...?
or
You'll get cool stuff, and you'll be helping out a worthy cause. (Unless you don't care for me, my tunes, or my art, in which case, feh. Go buy a Nike swoosh and a pack o' smokes instead. *S*)
BUT- since this is my LJ, and I can be naked and ugly here when and if I feel the need, the childish, unenlightened aspects of my brain are demanding appeasement. So, have some more pain, folks.
I'm growing more certain by the moment that I will lack the skills to repair her, and certainly that I lack the funds to have a pro do so. Scrubbed her off with Murphy's Oil Soap, (which cuts tar and plastic smoke residue quite well, btw,) only to learn that under the melted plastic of the case which was caked on her neck, the rosewood fretboard was damaged extensively. The wood is charred along the edge to almost half an inch in, and several millimeters deep. Scrubbing made this readily apparent. The fingerboard at least will need to be replaced, possibly the whole neck. (Neck might actually be an easier job, actually...) Of course, that also means new frets, (another massive job, which I couldn't afford before, and certainly can't now.) All the pearl inlay cracked and fell away, along with much of the veneers around the acoustic well. (The white lines around the big hole in the body, for the un-guitar-initiated.) Those, however, are mostly cosmetic. The veneers and inlays around the frame of the body, on the other hand, are intrinsic to the cohesion of the body parts, and will need replacing too. Buying a new guitar would be cheaper, certainly, and though I have always loved shopping for and covetting guitars, the concept falls pretty flat at the moment. This is my baby. She taught me how to play in the first place. She's been through hell for me and back in the past, and I can't just write her off. Then of course, there's the drums, which to replace would, by themselves eat up almost all the cash that the good folks of SilverFox Company blessed us with. Oh yeah. And the bitchin' Shofar? That's pretty messy too. Still makes a rockin' call, but it tastes and smells like ass, and Shadow's worried about it's toxicity now. And don't even get me started about the cost of a serviceable vehicle.
Also just discovered that a bunch of my art supplies didn't make it back either. ~grumblegrowl~ This just seems to be getting worse and worse for me...
SO...
Have I said, buy a shirt? Or maybe a bumpersticker...?
or
You'll get cool stuff, and you'll be helping out a worthy cause. (Unless you don't care for me, my tunes, or my art, in which case, feh. Go buy a Nike swoosh and a pack o' smokes instead. *S*)