Dreams into Reality

I had never built a guitar before and hardly could set one up for myself, even after years of gigging on the road I still trusted my band mate/luthier to fiddle with the things. Yet, as I made mistakes and re-did step after step it started to take shape in my hands. A real guitar, my dream guitar. Mind you not my best guitar, but in so many ways it is the guitar that I want to touch more than ones that cost ten times what it does.

It all begins with a dream…

When I was fourteen years old and just learning to play guitar a friend of mine expounded on the virtues of the American, “fat-Strat,” and a beautiful idea took shape. A few weeks later I found an empty guitar body in a garage sale bin a few blocks from my home and the idea I had felt like a reality. No money to buy a real Fender I played my Silverstone Strat-copy, looking across the room at the body I just purchased. I dreamed of what I was about to create.

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Nearly a decade later my wife dug this dusty guitar shaped hunk of wood out of our garage where she curtly said, “do something with this.” The idea that was had turned into a dream nestled in the back of my mind for years and as I sat there it started to take shape into a real object.

At the end of the day, what matters is not what you create, it’s that you created. When you make something, conjure something out of bits and bites to form beauty, that is the truest of treasures. Once I put on the last string and adjusted the truss rod and saddles I strummed the most beautiful cord I had ever heard. The beauty came from the fact that his cord has been waiting to be played, unheard in my mind since I was a teenager and first conceived of this dream guitar.

Now my dream was reality. And so many dreams now were reality, because I recognized, I acknowledged my power to bring them to reality. For as long as I am fortunate enough to live, I will look at this guitar and know what I am able to make happen… anything.