Bear Bull

With the changing weather I've been home more lately. I decided that I should go through everything I own and organize it, sell it or throw it away. It's like a cloud over my head. I have to be able to get up and go if need be. I'd rather push it all over a cliff and forget about it but I have a hard time throwing away garbage let alone anything I own. Anyway.... I just found these pictures. I was about 17 with hair past my shoulders that I refused to wash. I was hanging at my friend Sam Brakefield's house and noticed some guitars in the closet. He said he'd sell me the Les Paul knock off for 50 bucks. I think it was actually his brother's but he sold it to me anyway. I immediately stripped it down to refinish it. Refinishing guitars was kind of my thing growing up. I've been infatuated with Native Americans for as long as I can remember and the image of Bear Bull just seems to fit a curve so nicely..... so I wood burned it into the guitar. I hadn't really done much wood burning but I thought I would give it a shot.





I engraved the same image into my primary cover only inverted. I shouldn't have polished so heavy because I lost a lot of detail.



Rest In Peace Sam. I turned on the TV about a week and a half ago and The Doors movie was on. I sat and watched it and as I did so the character of Jim Morrison reminded me so much of him. I couldn't remember if Sam was 27 or 28 when he passed so I got online and looked up his obituary. He was 27 and he passed exactly one year to that day. It's strange how things like that work sometimes.