| Yamaha FG-170
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My very first acoustic guitar. This guitar accompanied me through my Navy days to Norway, Holland, England, and Spain (sat on a sidewalk one night outside a USO club in Torremolinos playing the blues). It's even in one of my USS Saipan pictures (page 2 toward the bottom).
She's been on many camping trips. When we had a cabin cruiser it stayed at the marina on the boat for a year or so which I think gave the neck a slight twist but it seems to have healed (probably had to dry out).
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Flying home from Madrid, Spain I had to check it (in it's cheap hardshell case) as baggage. I figured that was the last time I'd ever see it but she rolled off the chute at JFK right on schedule. |
| It's got some scars but it's got great action (I've done meticulous setups on all of 'em) and doesn't sound half bad for a cigar box. 
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This guitar may be a cheap, plywood box. It's not some fancy Brazilian Taylor, nor is it a big, loud tone monster like my Larrivee. It was, however, my first acoustic guitar.
This old guitar taught me to sing a love song,
Taught me how to laugh and how to cry,
Introduced me to some friends of mine and brightened up my day,
Helped me make it through some lonely nights,
What a friend to have on a cold and lonely night.
~John Denver
What a friend to have, indeed. Nowadays I don't play it, or any of them, as much as I should. |
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