my
parents gave my first electric guitar for my 15th birthday ,it was a
brand new 1965 white mustang along with a princeton ,i was playing in
a band where the nearest in age to me was 35 thay were all jealous and i
got quite a ribbing for being the rich kid,mostly good natured exept
for one, who after a gig and getting me quite drunk took the guitar
from the case and tossed it into the woods. when the police found it six
months later it had painted over [badly ] and had a busted neck, well i
was heartbroken my mother took me to the music store to see about
having it fixed, while the repairman was checking it out i played
several fenders that were on display .witch led to ask "will any of
these necks fit my guitar ?" to witch i got i think so. after a slightly
heated debate with my mother i pointed to the jaguar and said ill take
that one. after forty some odd years i still remember that neck as
being one the sweetest i have ever played next to maybe the
rickenbaoker. two years ago i was telling that story to a guy at a music
store i was floored when he said "do you want to buy one ?". although
it looked completely different than mine it had the feel i would even
say ,and have ; that it is magical ,although i have been playing for
over 50' years i have taken a new interest in the guitar i have become
three times faster ,more inventive ,obsessed ,in short i cant put it
down .i have become 15' again instead of using the guitar to find girls i
can't wait to find that next lick
