Ode to the New Old Guitar
My new Yamaha G-225 is truly a beautiful instrument. A vintage classical guitar from the mid to late 70′s, this lovely guitar was crafted with a solid cedar soundboard and dark rosewood fretboard. I knew it was special from the minute I laid my eyes on its aged neck and ivory crab-shaped tuners. Even with old rusty strings that coat my finger tips in copper colored dust, the body produces a rich, warm sound full of deep and resonating lows that make melodies sing.
It is a finger-pickers guitar. While it plays well to a variety of different types of music, it shines in the classical department. As my background is not in classical guitar, I can only attest to the fact that classically influenced rock songs come alive when reproduced on its pleasant acoustics. Many legendary musicians would be proud to have this piece in their collection.
Covered in marks and blemishes from its long life, the guitar has character. The top of the fretboard has been indented in places and large deep scratches- etched into its cedar top- criss-cross their way down the top of the soundboard.
For 100 Australian dollars at a local Sydney market, I could not pass it up. I am no longer without a guitar. Oh no, far from it.
