What Four?

2/22 – that’s a good number. I’m a numbers guy – I watch the numbers. As they fall into place, it all follows… your mileage may vary of course. 2019 is a year of fours. I’m doing as many things in groupings of 4s as possible, and it feels good. To give you some perspective, 2017 was a year of 11s; last year a year of 8s that kind of got limited to 5s. 4s is what I can maintain comfortably without grinding myself down to a nub.

Four is a number embedded into the order of things… four main directions, four seasons, from these can be woven four chapters of a life – its seasons, if you will. Four needs of survival, food, shelter, clothing, water. The four elements – earth, air, water and fire. So fours are good.

The Pythagoreans loved it, the four winds think it’s pretty cool, and who can argue with the four phases of the moon? Most of my life has been behind V8 powered vehicles, which are two banks of four, and I’ve always had a fascination with all aluminum twin cam four cylinder engines, as seen in ‘70s sports cars like the Lotus Elan, Fiat Spyder, Alfa Romeo Veloce, or more recently the Mazda Miata. Those four.

But I probably won’t get involved with any of them; the sports car jones has faded, and there’s much higher things on the list to experience. Here are some pics of some of this week’s progress on some FOUR strings!

Have a great weekend!

Listening to: John Coltrane Both Directions At Once. Wow!

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...And Deliver

Here is some glue-up action that happened this week and last. The thought that these are musical instruments headed through this amazing process of becoming and out into waiting hands to fill the world with music, that is still miraculous to me every time I walk into the shop. The day it’s not I’ll walk back out. I’ll light some incense, sanctify the work to do, wrap up my obligations and know I have spent – and have been spent – to the extent I was able and hopefully that will carry good outward and be good enough. But not yet. I feel genuine joy at getting to do what’s on my list each day, and I feel happy about THAT.

And here are four getting ready to fly. Some need a few more steps than others but I’m all over you like a bad suit…

Roger Daltrey gets it. I listened to a lot of podcasts this week, one of which was an interview with the wise, aging English rock god singer of The Who – and he said (in great sharp-tongued accent) about the artist’s perspective on fans who pay to experience what he does… the ethic of being “all in” as I call it in my book

“An artist owes it to an audience to BE there for ‘em. AND DELIVER. And if you ever stop doing that you’re taking the piss… fahkoff out the business.”

“Taking the piss” is British street slang for “Putting one over on” or making fun of or otherwise not taking something seriously with respect. And I wrote it in his accent. Read it again. It’s worth it.

“An artist owes it to an audience to BE there for ‘em. AND DELIVER. And if you ever stop doing that you’re taking the piss… fahkoff out the business.”

Go all in or get out. Get on with it or get off. That coming from a wealthy aging rock star whose ripples were permanent and immutable by the 1970s and doesn’t have to feel that way. I couldn’t say it better. If you’re taking a stage, or working a tool, or crafting something – or sweeping a floor, for that matter – at whatever level - never feel lesser than on one end because of what you aren’t, and never feel like giving lesser than on the other just because you could. Your contribution is noble and needed. So give it what you have, give it your all, give the world what you have to offer through it. Put some balls in. Or “oves” – whichever applies… but get your guts into it or find something else to do. Don’t phone it in. I found that very inspiring. We all get tired, we all get worn down. But do what you have to and keep that flame alive and get after it

Nobody expects this guy anymore, he’s well north of 70 years old now. But they expect all he’s got to give – and what’s most important, he expects it from himself.

Roger that, rock on good sir. And all of you as well!

Listening to: Podcasts, not music this week. I’m into words - been writing a lot.

A Craftsman's Path

Ladies and gentlemen, all points in-between or undefined, children of all ages, and any and all especially feeling pulled to be a craftsperson / artist for a living but also for any of you with a dream, Parking Lot Press humbly offers in A Craftsman’s Path 30 years of lessons simmered down for 3 years into a thick, tasty sauce you can shmear on any life.

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One man’s thoughts from the path on going “all in” and balls out. THE BOOK I WISH I HAD BEEN HANDED ON THE WAY IN – for me, and for those in my life who couldn’t relate to the artist’s path… you know, those years between “You’re crazy, you’ll starve!” and “We knew you could do it!” -(No you didn’t, I didn’t – I just knew it would take me somewhere and I’d make something out of it)- THAT is what’s in here, food for anyone on the uphill side of the goal…

What these guys learned between that first picture and the last.

See, there’s the dream - realistic or not (and half of that just depends on where you’re standing at any moment) and then there’s the focus and devotion that keeps your mind, body and soul together as you chase it. THAT is what this little book is – full of the advice I’ve been giving out for 25 years. My calling was music and I surrendered to it before the conventional path could even get a hold of my scruff. Over decades the dream came true in wood and wire rather than contracts and stage lights, but all the chapters it took me through added up to now - and this is what I learned on the way. I don’t know how to describe it as anything other than a call to arms to those viewing craft, music or art as their potential living... though I hope ALL of you find something in here that inspires you in any pursuit, that sharpens you on the way in to better handle what’s coming, that gives you a realistic perspective on what to expect but that nourishes your spirit in ways the world won’t always when you decide to go a different way.

NOW AVAILABLE for $10 from Amazon: Check it out!

OR as a signed copy (with 5-song bonus CD) for $20 directly:
(CK or MO to: Scott Beckwith PO Box 1745 Wimberley, TX 78676)

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(Please email your mailing address to scott@birdsongguitars.com)


Thank you so much for being a part of life.

Listening to: Flint Device 1, and Kenny Burrell. I can’t think of two more opposites with similar instruments, but life is a sampler from the mild to the wild and music itself has never left me hung over or trying to find my way home at 3 AM. So I’ll spin anything that does it for me sensible or not.

Was Rolling, Now Rocking

Eased on back into the shop this week. Ideally this is the last I’ll mention of “the leg” unless it affects my ability to work on your basses. Working on the balance it takes to keep it healing but do what I do; I have to move more efficiently and not run around up and down stairs to just look for my friggin’ glasses or the pencil I put down. Those stay ON me, with the phone and a small notebook. I’m more confident after this week than I was a month ago, I can tell you that! And it feels great to be back in the workshop. It is very minor compared to what it could have been, what may be to come, and what many of you cope with. But from in here not knowing if this was the new normal or not, I see it as having been given it back to use more sensibly to the time and circumstances that are mine now, which are different than at 30. At 50 if one leg is going to be the years it has earned I have to respect that and work WITH it even if the rest of me is still 30. A more efficient but less completely balls-out pace honestly leaves me time to work on other things I’m here to do too – so it’s all good. Progress is happening, wood has been cut, and the big wheel’s rolling for another year.

One important piece of wood in my world has been Van Ted’s cane. If I’m occasionally going to have the swagger of a swashbuckler, can you imagine me doing it with something normal? Of course not, I couldn’t either. So being proactive in October I went to a friend who flies under the radar a bit and makes some cool walking aids with nifty things hidden in them. I didn’t need any of that, but I did know sooner or later I would need a cane to keep going, if a leg was going to be the first part to start wearing out. In the batch he brought out we found the Keith Richards of canes and it fit me perfectly! It has been a real blessing, as sooner soon came. Hoping to not need it after a while here but I keep it handy even though I’m getting around better. It’s an upside down cypress root – very strong. He gave it to me; a gift to help with my leg that really saved my ass over the past several weeks. Wood has always done this for me whether guitar, shack, job, or the instruments I build. Wood has always sheltered me and given me the means to move on. I was sent to quest for “The man who works with the wood” when I was much younger – and though men who fit that description have shown up at crucial moments, it was my older self who would fill that personal prophecy… with the help of them, and others, and the pieces of tree…

So let’s keep talking wood… now in planks. Spanish cedar. My main supplier of wood has stopped carrying Spanish cedar! No worries, all orders spec’d for it are covered by what of it I have aside. Evidently it was getting hard to get and the quality was going down. Keep in mind it’s not cedar, that in its country of origin it has one name as a tree, and in every new place and different form it may be called something else. By the time I buy wood, mostly in nicely dressed long and thick planks, in the specialty wood store it may be referred to as yet something else… like “Spanish cedar.” To me it always worked, sounded, and looked like a lighter weight mahogany that was a bit lighter colored. On the lighter end of mahoganies where it overlapped into this wood species (a variant of it) it was indistinguishable. One useless factoid, the first years I worked with it, I would drool uncontrollably. Go figure…

So rather than traipse all around looking for the kind and size of quality pieces my supplier carried, we’re going to build one with their recommended replacement wood – hemlock. It’s a beautiful amber color instead of the orangey Spanish cedar and I can’t wait to see it sanded and oiled. The grain feels good and it supposedly works like butter which is great – some of the lightweight woods can be a bit chippy or stringy when being worked. And it’s VERY lightweight! I’m sure it’ll sound fine – it’s wood, and only one small contributor to how a total wood tone machine forms its voice and response on its way back into the strings, into the pickup magnetism, through the controls, into the amp and its controls, through the speaker, into the air, off the surfaces and into your ears… as triggered by your hands, their position, and playing technique. Don’t sweat the body wood. It’s something that seasons the voice but most of the time its impact is dwarfed by you moving your amp into a different kind of room. I’m going to make a basic Cortobass out of hemlock and see what it’s like – I’ll give you a full report. So from planks…

…Now news about pieces and sawdust. Wood has been worked, workshop is working. First cuts on the next 12 basses! They’re all out of the planks and will be planing to thickness, prepping any stringers, and gluing them all up – with another batch all drawn out on planks to follow right behind them. Thanks for your patience, I’m on them.

And last but certainly not least, let’s talk paper! Or, at least, let’s show you some really cool paper I’ll tell you more about next week…

Yep. So for now brethren, stay inspired – step toward your goals – give it a good soundtrack – and stay tuned. Have a great weekend, and keep up with what’s happening during the week on the Facebook pages for Scott Beckwith and Birdsong Guitars.

Listening to: Rolling Stones Sticky Fingers; The Band Rock of Ages; more live jam compilations of mid ‘70s Dead; Alice In Chains Dirt; Aerosmith Rocks; Tim Buckley Greetings From LA… and Starsailor, which is a bit of a challenging listen to be sure.

Old Vans and New Plans

Friends near and far, thanks so much for your healing wishes. Easing back into the shop next week for some cleaning and cutting. A local music buddy asked if there was anything heavy I needed moved… “Time.” Rewind me six months and stand back. But the leg’s feeling better, I’m getting around better, and whether it’s 100% again or not I’ll be fine. But I have a lot of people in line for my best work and I’m the one tool that can’t go down… so it’s a balance. Stay tuned for bass progress shots next week! I’m very excited to get back to the benches, watching these instruments come together in front of me.

This week let’s talk shop schedule, trip, and truck.

For 2019 there will definitely be another break mid-year – exactly when and how long, my body will let me know and I’ll pass it along right here. And the Christmas / New Years break will begin December 1st. Looking at the build order sheets on the clipboards, I’m just about booked for 2019. BUT I’m working in some inventory builds with every batch, so watch this news page, the builds page, and the inventory page to see what surprises we’ll be cooking up. I wish I could make everyone super happy really quickly, but there’s no way – I can only offer the super happy. Time… time has its own rhythm and it’s only mine to push and bend and be as efficient with as I can, but I ultimately flow at its pace. It sent me a warning shot to remind me of this, and I’m grateful to it – for it – and for your patience with the process.

The trip… let’s back up a bit. I might be Scott the Birdsong guy now, but I once was VanDweller… I self published some crudely crafted, less than perfectly edited books about living in vehicles back in the late ‘90s. Over the years let’s just say I’ve spent a fair amount of time in vans. They’ve carried me to and through chapters, and there have been a fair number of chapters. So deep inside me is still a well of wanderlust that never goes away, just gets emptied for a time. You can take a roadman off the road, but you never get the road out of the man. It goes deep. I was in with a few early online groups of school bus converters and housetruckers and those of the tribe. I was into vans. I’m van sized and my life was van sized. So now and again, given the chance, I still like to put it out on the highway. Most folks have hobbies or head out to the woods or something to recharge, but I live those as my life – that became my world, what I do and where I do it. Who I am. So I’d go start up the old Econoline van, “Highway Song” and drive for a couple of weeks. Stop in and see folks. Maybe catch a beach. But really just spend time on wheels out wandering on the road. A little van you live out of; something bigger, you live IN…

This past break I knew I had bought myself a little time, built myself a great rig OVER time, and was also kind of facing an unknown as to the leg and what my new normal was going to be – or allow me to do in times coming. So what would any slightly crusty Captain with the sea in his soul do? Right. Exactly. Highway Song sat this one out. Maiden voyage for the good ship Moondancer was 2600 miles, we went over to south Florida and back. Not as long a journey as I wanted, but perhaps those will come. I had a great time – hand delivering basses to clients, visiting dear friends, spending Christmas with the last of the old Sicilians. They don’t see themselves that way, and I see them as I have known them my whole life; but time moves on and tide rolls in to reshape the shore. One day you look down and the generations, those rows of others standing between you and that great mystery… well, you look down and those feet at the shoreline are yours. And time becomes very precious. And good times - and good food, and good wine, with good people - they taste like ceremony. And a time and ceremony was had! My family is a hoot. It was good to see them.

My ceremony is the road itself. Hang time. “In-between” as the rubber-tire hobos call it. “I’m in-between right now.” In between situations, home bases, etc. More settled in this chapter’s context, I see it as in-between what happened yesterday and whatever is to come tomorrow. That time thing again. I see it as time. And being out there, riding the interstates at night with the trucks, flashing lights to let them know they’re safely past you and they again have the right lane if they want it, and they pull in and flash you back… listening to jazz or some long Grateful Dead jam or Tonight’s The Night, basking in the soft glow of the dashboard, static from the CB radio down low, just part of the soundtrack. The machinery in motion. Yellow post-it on the metal dash with the next few potential stopping points from the dog-eared pocket guide to truck stops and rest areas, with your own notes in the margins and favorite spots along the way. East, west, it doesn’t matter. No clock, not sure what day it is, forget what date… knowing you can go anywhere, self contained for a week at a time in a rolling womb with a view. Alive and in the moment. Life as ceremony. Rest areas, parking lots, truck stops. On the side. I go to pull myself out of context and just BE. Me, the road, and my machine.

And what a machine, this Moondancer. 10 years ago I knew I would need another housetruck. If you want to see the wild origins of that (as opposed to just having an RV or camper), check out the Jane Lidz book “Rolling Homes” and also look up Gypsy wagons. I prefer box trucks and step vans a bit milder on the outside, and so this clean, low-mileage ex-Coca Cola 1982 Chevrolet P20 was found and rumbled home. For you car folk it has a 350, turbo 400 trans, 3.73 gears. A P20 was deliberately sought out for this build because of its size, it’s a Chevy so parts & folks to fix it are everywhere, and it’s a fleet-designed truck so it’s easy to work on and TOUGH. A step van has tons of room, square and straight walls, and this one is aluminum. With help it was half-ass converted, took a couple of epic road trips in 2009, then Birdsong got REALLY busy… and the transmission went out. So it was parked for a future chapter and I just vanned shorter journeys. Over the last couple of years it was resurrected, rebuilt, and I remodeled it inside. Building a camper conversion is a lot of fun, and this thing is WAY stronger than a motorhome… and simpler, and much wilder inside. It’s an adventure mobile! It’s slow but sturdy and I absolutely had the time of my road life in it, surrounded by blue and black, cedar and aluminum and etched mirror, with pieces of my old builds built in and talismans everywhere and every dawn’s new light shining through the stained glass porthole by the galley. Hey, if you’re going to be fringe – be fringe with style.

It was redone and renamed from its earlier version, and while it slept I crossed over into a different chapter of life. So this was the first trip as we are now, and it did great on its new maiden voyage. Any ship returns to port with a list of things to check and reconfigure and patch up, and that’ll happen. Sometimes same goes for the Captain. But let me tell you… VanDweller would be very proud. What of him is left inside of me is very happy. And he will keep himself busy now with writing while the rest of me gets back to being the music man for a bit longer.

Next weekwood! A gift, Spanish cedar, words on paper, and working pics. For now from the nest, we – and Moondancer – salute you and thank you and wish you well.

Listening to: Lots of Grateful Dead “Just the jams” montages on YouTube.

Getting a Leg Up on 2019

Well there, happy new year!

In the weeks to come as we clean up, gear up and get going on the builds for 2019, we have a few things to talk about here on the news page. Changes for 2019 (and 2020), what I did over this Holiday break (2600 miles in the housetruck Moondancer), “the leg” (what slowed me down as last year progressed), Spanish cedar supply (no worries – I have enough for what’s on order), forthcoming book (final editing finished this week between doctor visits)… so much. Let’s get going into 2019! Thanks for being here.

First I need to touch on the leg… I keep personal stuff where it belongs, but as many of you are the folks I work (or will be working) for, I owe you a basic update on my ability to fulfill our business. As symptoms gave more problems, it slowed me down - I powered through fall into winter getting as much done as I could and taking the trip I needed, but it reached a point it had to be re-assessed and addressed. Final diagnosis came yesterday and, thankfully, it’s just a bone bruise by a mildly arthritic knee I’m already keeping an eye on at 50, aggravated a bit by long hours, running around like a 12 year old, and treating my parts as if they were 25 just because most of the time that’s what I feel like. I know many of you go-getters will relate when I say I was running it like I was still climbing the mountain. But I’m not; I’m established. I’m lucky to have that and blessed that the effort I put in the past 20 years has granted me that. And among the warning shots one could take that, just maybe, it’s OK to take the intensity level down a notch… this is a pretty mild one. I’ll tell you about the trip next week – I had a blast and recharged, though I left with a limp and came back barely walking with a cane. Yeah, I know. But I have friends who don’t walk at all, so I just don’t complain. This leg’s walked an amazing journey – if it fell completely right the hell off tomorrow, don’t mourn it. It got spent. Thankfully, it’s nothing permanent this time.

I knew I had claimed January as part of the Holiday break; I did not quite expect to take it like this. But to be back firing up the shop on Feb. 1st like I had my eye on doing, I cut my trip short and headed back to face whatever this was going to prove to be, and gave myself January to “deal and heal”… or just deal. I might need a week or two past that to ease into it, but I’m on it. I’m walking a bit, and now that I know I’m not doing permanent damage I’ll be on it a bit more. I appreciate your patience and believe me, that shop door is rolling up on the first and you WILL see basses coming together… but I have to pace myself and work smart, not just hard. Because if my “new normal” is where I was the beginning of January, this whole thing is over. And I have a long way to go, more basses to build, some fancy guitars to make, and a bunch more creative stuff to finish. So bear with me – I’m doing the best work of my life, I’m just not taking it in 2017-sized bites or 2018-sized promises. That brings up the future, plan Bs, getting a little more help, all kinds of things to be talked about another time. I’ll fill you in and we’ll talk more about those come the summer.

For now it’s back to building tools of creation, and getting on with getting on. SPEAKING OF such talismans-as-tools, I came home to a very cool gift from a woodworker friend, a pen crafted from some very special local wood! Let’s back up a little… I came back out to this little Texas town once more and went all-in “back to the land” in 2000. I planted myself in the earth to re-germinate and renamed my guitars after the sounds of the morning. The bar in town was attached to the Cypress Creek Café, and I showed up at an open mic night there to see what was happening. There I met a woodworking mentor who upped my craft game, taught me to build buildings, and more – I refined my guitar ideas from the builds of the past few years and built the first Birdsong branded instruments (pre-company) in his workshop, we made music and ended up with a music shop I then handed off to him when Birdsong got busy around 2005. After he passed I took his workshop apart, brought it to the land… and that’s where Birdsongs come to life.

I met Eliza Gilkyson at that bar, introducing my now-wife and Birdsong co-founder Jamie as my “girlfriend” for the first time to her, right there in front of the stage. I met and played with many folks and had many moments in and related to that bar, have some wild stories for another time… and this pen is from the wood of the dance floor in front of that stage. It was there for all of it, and its pieces were saved during a remodel a couple of years before it burned down. Like any tool with meaning this pen is as much a talisman, and I’m using it on writings and songs looking forward that will be part of chapters to come. Brother James, thank you so much. www.dancerdesigns.us email: james@dancerdesigns.us

OK – next week I’ll fill you in on the trip and the truck that made it possible (this might blow your mind), and looking forward – the menu changes and workshop schedule. The week after, I’ll show another gift from another woodworking friend that has been very helpful over the past month (coolest thing ever) AND start talking about all the progress happening in the workshop! I hope your Holidays and Holy Days were warm and safe and your 2019 got off to a great start. I’ve got a leg up on things, but not in the way I had anticipated! No worries, though. This train rolls.

Listening to: Essential road trip music like Bob Seger and blues from the Delta. Kirtans from India. Some awesome guitar fusion from Shawn Needham – his “50” album is epic. Miles Davis in headphones mixed in with an MRI machine. Variety is indeed the spice, and life sure isn’t boring…

Goodbye, Spongebob... and catch you on the flipside!

*** Special reminder, especially this time of year when I can't answer the phone every time. VERBALLY leave your number for a call back. My message asks for that. My phone doesn't know who you are and yours just goes in with a bunch other numbers. Thanks! ***

I never watched SpongeBob
– honestly my path has kept my attention on other things than TV or most movies, let alone cartoons… so I haven’t heard of actors everybody knows or seen movies the whole world has watched. But I do have a Spongebob story…

In the late ‘90s I tracked down a formative musical hero, guitarist Leigh Stephens of Blue Cheer. Their cover of Summertime Blues popped me like a kernel and put me on a sonic path. As a kid it made me want to make big sound with a guitar and turned me on to a whole era and scene of music I still love. So years later I found him online, made him a guitar - and MORE years later in 2005 flew out to see the original Blue Cheer reunite in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco with a bunch of other San-Fran bands from the late ‘60s. I got to see Leigh… with Blue Cheer… in San Francisco… play Summertime Blues… on a guitar I built. Let that sink in; so it was already a VERY surreal day. Who opened the show? A solo set by James Gurley – long ago the wild, feathers-in-the-hair, out there feedback shaman of Big Brother & The Holding Company. Just go listen to the first minute and four seconds of “Ball and Chain” off of Cheap Thrills and… I mean eloquent it’s not but it definitely left a mark. So the Leigh connection gets me behind the stage at the “Chet Helms Memorial Tribal Stomp” with the artists, though I still maintain the fake press laminate I packed in helped too.

I wander off back there during the It’s a Beautiful Day set and some 20 minute rendition of “White Bird” and over in a corner, giggling to himself, is none other than James Gurley. Older but of the same ether as all the pictures, and I mean just everything about being a trippy guitar god spirit still radiated from this guy. Including a stare that had to be seen to be believed. I walked over and offered him some incense with outstretched hands, saying “Mr. Gurley, a humble offering back to you for the ripples of music into the world and influence on my path,” something like that. He laughed warmly. “Well thank you, ahaha. Hey, you wait right here – heh heh – I got something for you too, ahaha… be right back… don’t go away!” And with that he strolled into an artist dressing room tent and came back with something in his hand. He was a tall man, of course everyone’s tall when you’re five foot three. But his presence was a towering presence. He might have even been levitating slightly; I don’t know. He stood in front of me, smiling down, pupils that looked like something out of the cosmos.

This is quite a moment. What’s he gonna hand me, I thought. There are lots of possibilities, none of which I partake of. How would I get it back on the plane? Would I receive it as sacrament? Was my life about to change? Or… would it be a folded note with wisdom from some sacred oracle? A code from the universe? A name bestowed by mystic I would then forever-on be known as? He smiled and slowly raised his hand up by his head. Swinging from his thumb and forefinger back and forth… was a Spongebob keychain. Slightly hypnotized in the moment by its swinging, I could only softly muster “What is it?”

“Spongebob Squarepants! You oughta check him out sometime.” And with that, he put it in my hand. It hangs by the assembly bench with other sacred items brought to me by this journey music has taken.

And with that, I sign off of weekly site updates until after the new year. It takes more time to execute all these words every week than it may look like, and I need to take every bit of me and time I have to get as much work done as possible before the shop goes on break for Christmas and a few weeks after. I also need to recharge and replenish and just be Scott for a while. No screen, no tools, no list. I’ll keep posting progress pics on the builds page, and there will still be Facebook updates since those can happen quickly. Follow Birdsong Guitars and friend me; I’m this Scott Beckwith... not the others.

The “EOY” group (that’s “End Of Year” on the order sheet), I made a lot of them, there is a handful I’m building up to be ready and go, and there are some I just couldn’t get as far on as I would have liked (I’ll be giving you a call). But that’s the flow of the work through the shop, and in that river I can only be one very sharp tool in the process. I make sure it’s always worth the wait for you and I thank you VERY much for your patience with the process. Same goes for the “Early ‘19” folks – once we’re through the Holidays and recharged from some down time, some fixing things & cleaning around the shop, and crank back up (looking at last week of January / 1st of Feb.)… I’ll be all over your builds like a bad suit!

But for now, this little wood elf has still got a Santa’s sack-sized load of work to do, so I’ll sign off. Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, Happy Holidays to the rest, and Happy New Year. Thank you – YOU, whether I’ve ever had the pleasure to speak with you or notso much. Celebrate the good, muster some magic, make some moments, and share some music. Be kind to each other and give the gift of yourself. On behalf of all the hands that help this all to happen, this is one Chief Woodgnome Scottibus, Bean of Padouk, Head Cheese, Highway Song and Captain of the Ship, wishing blessings to you & your circles from ours, out and on the side.

Listening to: Bob Seger, Delvon Lamarr Organ Trio, Slash autobiography readings.