There is a joke that says, “How do you know he is a good luthier”?

When he waves to you, he has ten fingers.

Good work can’t be rushed. Rushed work can’t be good.

I wanted to be a luthier since I worked at Sandy’s Music in Cambridge, Ma. at 15 years old.

While there I had the privilege of meeting Tom Rush, Livingston Taylor, Holly Near, Peter Rowan, Jonathan Richman and many other Rounder Records recording artists.

I watched them tryout guitars and mandolins from 3 feet away and didn’t have a clue who they were.

I was hooked on Jeff Beck, Ritchie Blackmore, Stevie Ray Vaughn and the three Kings:

Freddie, Albert and BB.

My plan was to go to Berklee College of Music. My father had different ones.

So I listened to him, got two engineering degrees was in private practice, got married, had kids, built and sold two successful businesses, got divorced and here I am.

I never stopped tinkering with guitars. They were always my hobby.

Today, I’m doing what I wanted to do for 40 years – build and repair guitars.

They say if you love what you do, you will never work a day in your life. They never French polished a D-28.