It’s been a long, long, time — over 20 years — since I’ve had a “true acoustic” guitar. By “True Acoustic” I mean a guitar that was created not be amplified out-of-the-box and one that is made to sound right straight from the vibrating wood into your ear.
To my aesthetic, there is really only one acoustic guitar maker of merit and delight — and that is C.F. Martin & Company. Since 1833, they’ve been building grand and beautiful works of Art that sound luscious in, and on, the ear. My first guitar was a Martin HD-28 that I had to sell to make the rent, and I have been heartbroken ever since:
However, as time and tide crushed the standard of living the young artist’s life in NYC, years later I ended up having to sell my beloved Martin HD-28 to make the rent. It was such a heart-rasping experience giving up that HD-28 that I refused allow the joy of a guitar back into my life for 20 years.
The lesson in selling a beloved to make rent is that there is no faster compression of time into space than the moments of the first of the month arriving twelve times a year. You will run out of beloveds faster than you can delay the inevitable. Confess defeat. Preserve your joy. Move on in your humiliation. Your saved beloved will later heal your broken pride. Unless, of course, you sold it — then you’re just left broken and empty and joyless.
Now, as a man of more modest means, I decided the time was finally right again to dip my toe into the acoustic Martin sea, and I knew I wanted my new guitar to be the Martin Eric Clapton acoustic — the “000-28EC” — to be absolutely specific.