Doesn’t matter what my driver’s license says, I’m a fucking kid. I can’t have a normal relationship with my girlfriend, I can’t drink, I can’t smoke, and yet anything less than a full-time job every summer is completely unacceptable. Because I’m supposedly an adult now.
I’m a kid, and I do the best with what I have, but it’s fucking hard. I can’t stand up to my parents, they pull all the strings. I can’t convince them of anything, I know them. The only direction I could go is down.
Check out the lines of this 1964 Framus 5/170 Electrona.
This guitar made by the now deceased German constructor has much more detail to offer than an eye can take in a day. Note how the beautiful metallic pickguard delivers a lovely retro-futuristic look, and how that same metallic feel extends to the coils.
The endless number of switches and controls are making me almost as intrigued as the strange bridge and tailpiece.
And what to say about those lines on the bottom horn? Could that be a built in amp?
Would be a joy to place even one finger on this beauty.