Re: Guitar Fails
So, you know the Tele, the blue Tele? Much loved of polls and drooling guitarists alike. Well, it has a secret...
Once upon a time, it was not the fine specimen you see here from time to time. No, it was a bunch of piece parts; very nice piece parts, but parts nonetheless. One of those parts had an omission. Nothing too serious one might think, but pretty fundamental when it come to assembling a functioning instrument. The nature of this omission? Holes... Specifically, the holes needed to thread the pickup cables through. It would seem that someone at Warmoth had forgotten to do their little bit, and that meant it arrived some 10,000 miles away with me, not exactly as it should be. Still, what's a couple of holes between friends....
I talked to Warmoth, they we're happy enough to take it back, but I wanted to get it put together; shipping it back would take weeks. So I elected to sort it myself, after all, it can't be that hard, can it? They told me I needed a long 1/4" bit to give me the length I needed to reach though the body. After weeks of searching, I finally found a suitable bit on the Internet and got it shipped to a guy I knew was travelling to Riyadh soon. The bit was longer than I ideally wanted at around 12" long, but better that than too short. Anyway, several weeks after the parts arriving, I can get cracking with assembling things.
The first hole goes just below the surface of the body from the neck joint, through the neck pickup cavity, and then on down to the bridge pup route. Despite the length of the bit and cordless drill combined, all is well; a perfectly drilled hole to take the cable where it's needed. On to the second hole then - an angled hole from the bridge route and into the control cavity. The angle is a little trickier, as I need to clear the back edge of the bridge pup route, hit exactly the right spot at its opposite side, and come out cleanly in the control cavity. So off I start, drill high, feeling miles from the piece due to the length of this damned bit - imagine trying to unlock a front door with a key tied to the end of a fishing rod if you will. All seems well. The side of the bit isn't touching the front of the body, the drill is going through seemingly cleanly, until all of a sudden I feel a slight shift in the body, it feels like it's lifting. Uh oh! What gives? With a sense of trepidation I back the drill out, turn the body over to see the tell tale signs of the finish lifted just beyond where I'd drilled only seconds earlier. Bugger! One nice neat oval shaped perforation had appeared in the back of that beautiful body. Not in the scheme of things a significant problem from a functional perspective, not even visible under normal conditions, but bloody irritating all the same.
So there you have, that vision of loveliness has a flaw, and I can blame no one but myself. Oh well...