The Steve Earle Guitar
Several years ago, I sat in a renovated mill in downtown Greenville at a charity auction held by the local classic rock station, Rock101. It was a time I didn’t have a lot of money in my pocket and probably shouldn’t have been bidding on anything.
I didn’t need another guitar. I have my old Alvalrez acoustic/electric I’ve been playing since I was a teenager. I have a beat-up Peavey T-60 I’ve been playing since then, as well. What’s more, I would soon have a 12-string and a mandolin. The last thing I needed was the guitar that sat on the stage. It wasn’t an expensive guitar and had nowhere near the kind of tone I would want but it was still a pretty good one according to Simon Lyon. I bid, bid again, and bid again. I took it home with me that night knowing I bought it only because it was signed by one of my songwriting heroes, Steve Earle.
That guitar has been here ever since and took on the likely name “The Steve Earle Guitar.” It got played, to be sure. It usually came out when I had friends over and we took to musical silliness. The best night I remember was a Bradoween celebration. My cousin, a friend named Kebin, and I all sat in my driveway for way too many hours and traded songs.
That guitar isn’t here anymore. It’s now somewhere where it’s going to get played all the time. I bought a hard shell case for it so it would survive the trip and had a packing company send it off. To the credit of the U.S. Postal Service, the entire journey took less than a week and the guitar arrived in one piece.
That guitar and its future are now in the hands of a friend. I know it is in good hands. I sent along only one request: Make sure the guitar stays there until everybody gets to come home. I know my friend, known to many as Dr. Chako, will make sure that happens.
For more, visit Dr. Chako’s website.