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Day One without Finnemore

Posted by kozelski on Thursday, September 8, 2011

I had him for almost a month. He sat mounted outside his hard Slingerland case and I could hear him speak to me by drumming along with my heavy footsteps when I walked around my room. Now there's silence. No ghostly echo. I've left Finnemore with Jeff Merck. I trusted him, I guess. I'd only heard great things about Jeff and how he could make old or broken as good as new. His building was full of guitar skeletons. A giant upright bass laid on its back across what could only be a bed. Perhaps it was the bed Jeff slept in when he got to tired to go home. Maybe it was his home. His black lab sniffed across my feet. DIdnt bother me.

 

I told Jeff  all I knew. Finnemore was born in the 1920's. I had inherited him from my step-father who had passed away the summer before. I wanted to play. So very, very badly I wanted to play. He told me he would hold on to Finnemore and e-mail me in the morning to give me an update on his condition and what was needed to be done.

 

I left him there. I didnt want to. I wanted to carry him around and show him off to everyone. I didn't want my footsteps to lose their ever-present soundtrack. Step, thump, step, thump,step, thump. I always smiled. Now there's silence. No ghostly echo.

 

And it's only been 2 hours.

 

 



1 comment on “Day One without Finnemore”

banjotef Says:
Thursday, September 8, 2011 @7:45:51 PM

I'm sure he misses you, too. I had to drop off my Martin guitar today for a new pickguard. However, I'll have it tomorrow. Hang in there.

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