When I was about 10, my mother, born in 1927, had a Gibson archtop guitar that broke. The neck snapped (a very reparable issue), but she discarded it as if it were just scrap wood. Fast forward to a year ago, my wonderful, beautiful wife gifted me a class in Nazareth, Pennsylvania, where I learned how to build an acoustic archtop guitar.
For the past year, this guitar has been my constant companion and the inspiration behind my new songwriting and performance hobby. You know the phrase, "you can't go back home again"? Well, at least I've managed to recapture a piece of my childhood. The guitar has sparked joy and creativity in my adult life, unveiling a part of me I didn't know existed.
I'd love to share its beautiful sound with anyone who cares to listen. I've named it Crème Brûlée because its finish looks just like it! It's a joy to look at and a pleasure to play. Here’s a clip of me performing a song I dedicated to my beloved Crème Brûlée this past Sunday at my local pub, Austin's Ale House in Kew Gardens, Queens, for a local singer-songwriter contest.
