Duesenberg Ron Wood Signature
We all love guitar porn, pictures of beautiful guitars made by master builders from the finest woods, with wonderful mother-of-pearl inlays. Guitars that will make your ears cry from the beautiful tones they produce.
Or guitars that have been played regularly for the last half-century, lovingly handled in the harsh conditions of smoke-filled bars. Guitars with a patina of mojo that you think, you hope, you almost pray will rub off on you.
And there's nothing wrong with that, as long as you don't really believe it.
Eddie Van Halen's Frankenstein was put together from Warmoth parts.
Eric Clapton went to Gruhn's in Nashville and bought a half-dozen Stratocasters. At that time, due in part to his playing on Les Pauls and SGs, Stratocasters were at a low point in value. He took them apart, found the best-sounding neck and body, and made Blackie, his signature Strat.
Slash's #1 Les Paul was a factory second, rejected by the quality inspectors.
Brian May's main guitar was built by him and his father out of, in part, motorcycle parts and a fireplace mantle.
You have no excuse. That flame-top Les Paul or that koa Taylor on the guitar shop wall is beautiful and will likely sound wonderful, but if you're not ready for it, it will not make beautiful music. You work, you learn, you make your fingers make great sounds on whatever plank-with-strings you have right now. Don't stare at the screen and say "If I only had that, I could be good." The time to start is now.