About Tumbleweed guitar
Those who can't play, build.
I picked up a guitar 40 years ago with dreams of joining a hairband, more groupie affection than I could handle, and free-flowing fountains of Zima backstage.
The problem was that my skills peaked at week 2, and now that I'm getting old, even those are in decline.
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My inability to shred did not retard my appreciation for the wabi-sabic, utilitarian beauty of the Fender Telecaster— rather, it enhanced it. I riff on the icon with respect to the original design, but without any bindings of purity. I let myself go my own way with my saws, rasps, and files.
Two dozen Teles and Esquires led me to include L.P. Junior-types, basses, a spin on the Danelectro Dead-on-67, and a Rickenbacker-inspired model to my repertoire.
As an artist and craftsman, I create pieces that I enjoy, and hope you will, too.
Thanks for spending time here today.
Sincerely,
Dave Kellum
Tumbleweed Guitar