With all this rhetoric about Brazilian Rosewood of late, you would think a man couldn't buy an exquisite instrument anymore. Let me ask you people a question. Actually, two. 1. Where did our balls go? 2. Have you forgotten how good a Brazilian Martin sounds?
As for question #1? Well, people, we still live in the best country in the world, don't we? (we did bring you Rock-n-Roll, Marylin Monroe, cars, phones and lest we forget, Van Halen and Hank Jr. didn't we?) Dude, we have nothing but attitude and isn't that what music is all about?
Second question: Put just about any Rock, Country or Bluegrass album on to familiarize yourself with this long-gone tone and get baptized again. We should be ashamed of ourselves for going along to get along. I mean seriously, when did we, as Americans ever ask permission or gave a shit about what someone else thought of us? We are the ugly Americans and we did get ran from the Union Jack years ago didn't we? Why? Because as Hank would say:
Because you can't starve us out.
And you can't make us run.
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotgun.
And we say "grace" and we say "Ma'am".
And if you ain't into that we don't give a damn.
To even be considered a guitarist (in my book) you must possess this trait. The trait we ugly Americans are known for far and wide. As for this guitar? As you can see, she is clean and as an added bonus, (dare I say this?) it is a one-family owned masterpiece. Check it out for yourself- look at the book matched grain of this Brazilian monster. The action, you ask? Well, if you're looking, then you know this guitar has the standard bluegrass medium action pickers have been enjoying for years. Please take a close look at the bridge if you will. Someone down the line filled in the crack on the bridge. It's common and don't fret, this guitar is very stable and I suppose this just comes with age. It's the original bridge and she will stay like this, completely functional and original.
The action is nice and this D-28 is exceptional with the original case. "Attitude," people. It defines this country and all the outlaws that defined the world. What's that Hank? Oh, I'll be sure to tell 'em:
We're from North California and South Alabama.
And little towns all around this land.
And we can skin a buck; we can run a troutline.
And a country boy can survive.
Tell me why we drink again?
Aw yes, I almost forgot...