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Frankly you need to be blind or insane to do that ...
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once his horrendous error was pointed out to him by his son, he removed the neck inserts from the body, filled the holes with materials unknown, and ‘installed’ the pickguard inserts woefully. Some as you can see are totally off centre.
he didn’t tell me about any of this, nor ask for my pickguard, so none of the pickguard inserts line up with the holes on my scratch plate.
everything about it is mind blowing, multiple errors and completely unintelligible decisions.
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wondering why they didn't just stop after the first error rather than just ploughing on
I was so upset, overwhelmed and incensed that I was pretty much lost for words.
seeing how upset I was, he instructed the lady whom operates the billing and card machine, not to charge me for the work on the sunburst b bender.
I have yet to dismantle and inspect the Squier that I bought for my nephew
i am extremely wary about them undertaking remediative works, given the heinous standard of workmanship that’s been so apparent to you all.
All I did through lockdown was play guitar. I was out of work, I got screwed on self-employment grant (I basically got nothing) and spent just £25 in 18 months on things that weren't rent or bills. I was played 6+ hours every day at some points.
When it came towards the end of lockdown and I had some work (i.e. gigs) back in, I decided to get set ups done on my number 1 Tele Thinline and an Albert Lee Sterling so I was fit and ready for work in all respects. I dipped into my savings to advance the setup work in preparation for what I hoped would be a busy summer. The lack of cash while everyone was having the best year of their lives spending quality time with their family while having more disposable income than ever to indulge their hobbies was also grating, somewhat.
As covid restrictions were still "masks and not standing together too long", I took the guitars home without checking them. A 4 hour round trip, I might add, so I'd already clocked up 8 hours.
I was aghast to find the Tele had been slapped with a LUMP of varnish that had pooled against a fret where the lacquer had been ripped off my masking tape. The setup also buzzed all over the place despite promises of "falloff at the upper frets" and various other jargon.
The Albert Lee just buzzed EVERYWHERE. Every single fret. It was like someone had purposely tried to show the polar opposite of a guitar setup.
While sat in my small room, flabbergasted and surrounded by all my guitars leaning against the desk while reaching for my phone to get this fixed, and on the verge of a nervous breakdown that my number 1 guitar had been damaged and they hadn't even had the courtesy to tell me, I accidentally knocked the Tele.
The Tele fell into the Albert Lee. The Albert Lee knocked over my 80s Japan Epi Riviera which now has a 2 inch gouge in the back of the neck around the 10th fret which I feel every time I play it.
The Riviera fell into my Gibson Les Paul Studio I bought when I was 14, putting a huge, deep dent in the fretboard at the first fret.
If I was struggling before, I went into full meltdown. I put everything I own on here for sale. I wanted to be rid of all the anger and frustration these instruments made me feel. Just guitars! And yet they'd become so important through lockdown, the only friends I'd spent any time with.
Sorry for the long post but I just wanted to say I can absolutely empathise with how you're feeling.
The Tele and Albert went back and remedial works were undertaken but it required a second fret skim on the Tele which meant it came back needing a premature refret (which I had done elsewhere and at my own cost!).
I sold the Albert and later the Les Paul, too. I still have the Riviera as I love it but that gouge still brings back those unpleasant feelings and memories every time I play it.
It's hard to know what to do. As I said before, J White is about 20 minutes up the road from me but I remember hearing he had a 6 months waiting list and you had to leave your guitar with him for 6 months rather than drop it off when it was time for your "appointment". That was more than enough to put me off, fortunately.
If I were in your shoes now, I'd very much want justice to be done, especially if monetary compensation will make you feel better, along with the knowledge that the perpertraitor didn't "get away with it". I think for you to come out without losing anything would be a good start. Hopefully the process doesn't cause too much stress.
Of course, all that negativity will probably surround those guitars forever, for you at least. Sadly that's not something that can really ever be compensated for. It may be better to sell and hope compensation for the losses can be agreed. Start afresh as you say.
It's crap and I really hope you get it all sorted.