Well, the news on the TV and web just seems to get worse and worse (Oklahoma, London, etc. etc.), which only seems to drive me more and more into the good old woodshop.
This week I made this strange take on the fiddle. Yes, a fiddle. Not a violin, not a dilruba, not even a regular fiddle, but a true original: a Pueblo Deco Fiddle. Boom. Copyright, yours truly.
Finished soundbox; it was a real pain because of the angles and
my general lack of basic mathematical skills, but did it get done?
You better believe it.
At this point I wasn't sure if it would be another cigar-box guitar but I quickly realized that the size of the bit of wood I was going to use for the neck (which I managed to liberate from a heap bound for the garbage trucks despite being run off by an old timer with a ZZ Top-style beard - a story unto itself) was too big for a guitar. Also, I had to insert that wedge you can see up there to level it off, and that would make it too thick for a man's hand to wrap around. A gorilla, perhaps, or an orangu-tang could play it guitar-fashion, but not a man.
More neck surgery
Adding a touch of class - inspired by this book I got at the library
about the Pueblo Deco school of architectural design
The tuners were salvaged from an old guitar found under the bed and that's a cello bow I sometimes play on my regular, store-bought guitar. All that's left is to find some strings.
A tune is sure to follow soon.
Built & designed by James