Time to restore my old war guitar. The same one I built in 1994. I bought pieces of a wrecked guitar at an electronics shop in Chapecó. I managed to use the neck, roughly trace the body shape (it was missing a chunk), the tuning pegs, and the bridge. Even the neck was missing frets. I built the body from pine — it was the cheapest wood I had access to — and used the machinery at the furniture factory where I worked as a draftsman. The factory painter did the finish for me and suggested the colors. The frets I bought from a luthier, who also gave me the wiring schematic. I got the electronic components at a friend's shop, going for the cheapest available. The electronics were never 100% — one of the knobs (the tone) never worked properly; turning it would kill the sound entirely. But it was mine, and I was always proud of it. My musician friends used to say that, despite everything, it remarkably held its tuning and held its own against any store-bought guitar. It was with me in my punk band and countless jam sessions with friends. It has been, and remains, a great companion on this journey. I even considered buying a new one recently — but none will ever be truly mine the way this one is, in my heart. I've already started taking it apart; I ordered new electronics to rewire it completely. I'll give it a good cleaning and some paint touch-ups. I'm very much looking forward to hearing its new laments.
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