Part 10: The Consequences of Not Planning Ahead
*In contrast to my previous posts, which focused much more on the technical/empirical aspects of this project, Iâll be writing in a different style. Iâll admit that this post is much more wordy than the others but also much more fun to write than the others*
Despite saying and seeming like I was finished with this guitar in my last entry, the reality was that this guitar was not near what was considered a âfinished product.â The body had yet to be sanded and finished, there was blue marker on the back, and a conspicuous barcode label that endured all the sanding throughout this endeavor. The volume and tone knobs were also less like âknobsâ and more like protrusions jutting out of the body.
Unfortunately, having reached the point where the guitar was already assembled meant that I would have to take it all apart again if I wanted to paint the wood. If youâre wondering why it wasnât painted beforehand, know that I was on time constraints as I chose to use this as my senior project and originally planned to forego all unnecessary steps that didnât invariably decide whether the guitar would function properly or not.
Even more unfortunate was that I didnât actually want to deal with this obstacle, but was driven to do so regardless in naive expectations that I might one day want to sell this guitar if I could. Completely ignoring the reality that I was not meant to be a salesman and probably couldnât sell the crown jewels if given the chance, I decided that it was not planning ahead that placed me in this situation, so it was only natural that finishing the guitar to at least be up-to-par with other guitars could do me no harm and would be the âgrown-up thing to doâ if I ever did want to produce respectable products. Hence, I found taking apart the guitar into its respective and separate components in order to make it an even greater whole in the long run.
Of course, prior to disassembling the guitar I had completely different notions of how easy it would be, and had blissfully ignored the possible problems that could occur. I would continue to unscrew away at the bridge and neck and knobs in such a mindset until I came to the realization that the pickups were soldered to the rest of the electronics, both being on opposite sides of the guitar body and both reminding me that they had developed a long-distance friendship and relationship to each other that would be more destructive than beneficial to destroy. They were a package deal and one that I strove to preserve, if not only because I didnât have the tools nor motivation necessary to resolder the electronics a second time.
I resolved that I would just cover the pickups in painterâs tape to prevent them from being exposed to the oil stain and finish. Unfortunately, there was no way of keeping the pickups in place as the wires which anchored the pickups to the electronics and, hence, to the body of the guitar were longer than absolutely necessary. That being said, the common sense solution was to sand the top of the body, then tape the pickups to the body so that when I went to work on the back and sides I would not have to worry about Tarzans I and II swinging around wildly and freely, potentially sustaining damage to the body and themselves. The pickups were some of the most expensive parts of the guitar and, like a motherâs own children, seemed all the more fragile and precious because of the fact.
Once I had overcome these obstacles, the mindlessness and repetitive nature of sanding provided ample free time for me to think about anything I wanted and required little to no problem solving or even problem encountering, as it were. The process itself went as smoothly as the wood I was sanding, that is to say caressing the wood felt just as satisfying, if not more so than I would imagine caressing the marble leg of Michelangelo's David. Whatever fulfillment I was getting out of feeling the tangible results of honest, good work was only boosted by the spunk and sass of singing and dancing along to the Marina & The Diamonds album I was listening to, Electra Heart. Even though none of the songs had any tie-in to the focus of this entry and would not satisfy any full circle ending I would hope to have, I believe that the process itself, like the album, could be described as âfunâ and âenjoyableâ