Thank you for your sympathies, everyone. I've been pretty much living in a dark cave for the past several months since Robert died, but slowly have regenerated myself through music. Robert was an awesome bass, guitar, and piano player, and had talent with a capital "T." After he died, I couldn't even listen to the radio for about a month. But now I've kind of rediscovered my guitars, which brought me to this site. Do you know, I have never done a thing to my F-512? Apart from taking it to Matt Umanov when I first bought it for necessary repairs, it's just sat very quietly in its case when I wasn't playing it. I don't have a humidifier. I don't polish the fretboard. I don't polish the body. I don't polish my own damn shoes. Again, thanks to this forum, I realize what a shoddy caretaker I've been.
So the humidifiers are coming in soon, and I'm going to pick up a bottle of that bore oil or Dr. Canogulator's Buffenshine or whatever it is and get cracking on my instruments! They've waited long enuf.
Interestingly, my 12 year old is now expressing interest in learning how to play. So we have lemonade from lemons.
Has anyone ever thought of getting all of us 12-stringers together for a giant jam? To meet somewhere "in the middle," if there is such a thing? Can you imagine the sound we would make?
Cheerios,
Barbara
