L'Ukes Lutherie
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I had just taken "Blondie" out of my work-bag, still in its case, and set it on the floor (never put an instrument on the floor, you idiot). I was about to sit down when someone came to the door. As I stood from my half-sit, I lost my balance, missed my step, and... crunch. I almost couldn't bear to open the case.
This was my personal player. Such sweet tone. For a year and a half I've carried it everywhere, to and from and in New York City almost every day without a scratch, and now I've squashed it like a grape.
Fortunately (Ha! Good one.) the damage is limited to the soundboard, but I think a new top is the only solution. That and a new name. If the patient survives the operation with that sweet sound restored, I think I'll start calling her "The Phoenix".