I needed to get one and couldn’t rest until I did. Jeff Lang..I was hooked. I tossed and turned tirelessly in the dark blue hour of pre-dawn hatching my plot. There is something addictive about guitar playing that just seems to suck you in further than you meant to go…a bit like sex rum red wine chocolate someone else’s wife luscious things that don’t seem very good for you…the only thing is guitars especially acoustic lap steel guitars of the Weissenborn kind are actually positively good very good for you…truly! You are doing something constructive quite unlike slugging back half a bottle of Cabernet shiraz in one go or scoffing down a whole packet of M and M’s when you girlfriend isn’t around….no guitar playing is very good for your mental health disposition relaxation and manual dexterity( oh..go on I had to sling that one in…NO?) Well anyway since I have relented to the demons in my head that whispered into my shellike ear in the middle of the dark hours that I simply would go mad if I didn’t get one and pretty damn soon at that I relented and the upshot of that is to all you would-be phsychologists out there…hey I feel pretty damn good now…much better than I was! Ever since that fateful night when I was introduced to the great sound of David Churchill’s lovely Lap steel that he made for the Devil’s advocate of these black arts Mr.
I sulked and whined pouted and flounced around all the guitar shops always going away frustrated empty handed and in a bad mood…” Three Frickin Grand?…how in hell’s name can I find that kinda dough?” Well the truth was I couldn’t.
But which little innocent would go under the knife in the blinding glare of my headband camping light? The Sanchez travel guitar of course..it’s fate was sealed Jon Boat Conversion Plans. Then in a flash of blinding inspiration I had the answer ( which should have entered my numbskull weeks before) I would convert one of my collection! Aha..sheer genius Jon Boat Conversion Plans.
It had all the right qualifications .