Before I shoot the crow

Blond on blond on battered and bruised.

I get some strange satisfaction and inner validation from sanding down old, worn and badly painted Strat bodies in order to expose the wood finish that's hidden below (I've said this many times). I also like to connect with the wood; something primal and positive about working with natural materials and so on. Every so often a decent instrument emerges kicking and screaming from the life affirming dust and smoke. Having said this and posted that it's now time to shoot the crow...