About 20 years ago, I sold everything I had and bought a 1971 P from a chap in Indianapolis via eBay (I'm in the UK, and it was back in the days when it was financially viable to do this kind of thing).
I loved everything about it - the rich, deep sound, the chunky neck, the light weight... it became my right arm for the next 10+ years. We travelled the world.
Like many marriages (but not mine, I must add), familiarity sank in, and I got a wandering eye for something from the 60s. So four years ago, in a moment of stupidity, I sold it.
....and immediately regretted it.
After four years roaming the wilderness, howling at the moon, the buyer got wind of my sorrow and offered it back to me. And for this I am INCREDIBLY grateful.
When it arrived, as soon as I picked it up it was like having my right arm sewn back on. It's like no time has passed. Happy days!
I loved everything about it - the rich, deep sound, the chunky neck, the light weight... it became my right arm for the next 10+ years. We travelled the world.
Like many marriages (but not mine, I must add), familiarity sank in, and I got a wandering eye for something from the 60s. So four years ago, in a moment of stupidity, I sold it.
....and immediately regretted it.
After four years roaming the wilderness, howling at the moon, the buyer got wind of my sorrow and offered it back to me. And for this I am INCREDIBLY grateful.
When it arrived, as soon as I picked it up it was like having my right arm sewn back on. It's like no time has passed. Happy days!
