It’s 3AM and I’m sitting in the darkness on the step of the assembly shop. To my right is the large shape of the green workshop. It’s a cool night, the first in a while… and cool by Texas summertime standards. Sometimes to take it all in one must sit in its center and not get lost in the senses’ overload. During the day that shape is a rolled up door and a covered porch, open windows and work benches, a real box of magic where on every surface pieces of tree are being transformed into musical instruments. There are whispering fans, humming tools, sounds of cutting and of something being worked – scraping and hammering and sandpaper noises. Take your pick, every day is different. And in the small building behind me, ablaze in fluorescent light, what comes out of the green shop as a finished body just fit with its very own finished neck is carried in to hang with its brethren over the assembly bench.
Together these are “The Wingfeather Workshop” (and in moments the extended family of other small local workshops of those who help out with sanding and whatnot)… this particular one I should just call “The Temple.” Nothing in here is without significance or meaning and it’s all over the walls and hanging in every corner, seeping out into the space and getting all into your basses and guitars ~ going in with every screw, marinating the wood and permeating the wire before it gets handed to you as an end result. The breeze is cool on the step in these wee hours, and all is silent but the night chirping and All Things Must Pass drifting out into the night. Disc one is on repeat, has been for days… and nights. I keep music going in there to help that little garden grow. Tomatoes need water because they’re made of it… basses need vibration much the same. Call me crazy, but I feed little dreams. And I, under the stars, am a different seed also fed in this quiet still moment where George Harrison feels like the most natural sound in the world next to the crickets and rustling of treetops to be softly in the air surrounding me. Like so much, I can’t see it but I know it’s there, and a part of what keeps me whole.
There are lots of progress pictures up on the current builds page ~ Sadanas of zebrawood and walnut, final pics of C314 the mesquite and engraved silver Cortobass, the pair of red cedar Shortbasses, waterfall bubinga-topped Hy5 5-string with matching headstock, so much more. Happy clients you will be! We’re also going to be redesigning the inventory page, and this is the perfect time for it – there are two Fusion basses, a Corto3, “The Eleven” 11th Anniversary bass, a fretless Corto2 and, just about ready, a Hy5 5-string and a walnut, maple and tamarind Especial (and more – I’ll jump back on the lap steels next month) all looking for homes and hands. Oh, and a few Shortbasses I’m making for inventory that were put aside to get some orders through. Do see if there’s something to tempt you there ~ I’m usually pretty good about making sure you get a deal out of inventory, and it’s actually a double deal because you don’t wait for it to be made for you either. We don’t always have instruments in inventory and the Holidays will be here before you know it! Right now the only holdup is a case supplier getting back in order after a warehouse move, so hardcases have been backordered and I have none in stock. Hopefully soon I will have a bunch. Frustrating, but it is what it is and the bags I offer are nice, thickly padded, quality gig bags… I have a box of them on their way in. As always I’m here for anything you need, from a little question to a new bass. If I sound like someone you’d like to make your next instrument, do call. Let’s just start talking if nothing else.
Jamie and I were talking about All Things Must Pass, and I remembered buying this very CD. In the ‘90s I had a music shop in Melrose, Massachusetts. It’s still there ~ “The Music Shop” on West Emerson St. ~ and when there was a little left over for me I’d go buy music. I’d go feed myself, you know? It’s amazing how if you’ve got a hundred dollars that’s not all that much. But if you’ve got $75 and are holding hours of great music you’ll be listening to for the rest of your life, you’re suddenly a whole lot richer.
Be well, my friends