My name is Dave Kellum.

I picked up a guitar when I was 16 with dreams of joining Roxx Gang, more groupie affection than I could handle, and free-flowing fountains of Zima backstage. It didn't go so well.  My guitar skills peaked after my first three weeks of practice, and now that I'm old, even those lame skills have vaporized.

The dashed dream, however, didn't end my relationship with guitars. It pushed me in from a different angle.

I now shred with rasps, files, saws, sandpaper and my imagination.

Does the creation of beautiful instruments bring me satisfaction? Yeah, it does. A lot of it.  Would I rather play like Mark Knopfler? Most certainly, but a man's got to know his limitations.

I comfort myself by recognizing my good company, Leo Fender, cuckold craftsmen, the two of us — forced to watch greasy, long-haired freaks run their sweaty fingers up and down the necks of our creations; wooing the babes and recording the rock 'n roll albums while we're left to wipe up  sawdust from our work benches.

As a guitar artist, I create pieces that I'm very proud of, that I enjoy, and that I hope you will enjoy as well.

Thanks for spending time here today.

Most Sincerely, 

Dave

Those who can't play, build.

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