In the 1980s I was playing in a band and we had one gig in NYC and afterwards for some reason we said let’s check out Harlem so we drove all the way up there with 2 guitars and a bass guitar in the back seat and the amps in the trunk.
So we saw some bar off Malcolm X blvd above Central park, and I am not exaggerating in the least when I say this: We got out, made damn sure the doors were locked, walked about 50 feet to the bar, went in, saw that it was crowded, nowhere to sit, then said “Hey lets go somewhere else” walked back to the car, and the guitars and bass in the back seat were gone. Not only that, the thief re-locked the doors. I haven’t been back in that area since. To this day that really pisses me off
“had sold [the guitar] to the landlord of a pub in the Notting Hill area:”
The pub landlord was Ron Guest, the grandfather of Ruaidhri Guest, who passed the bass down to his sons after his death.”
Isn’t this called receiving stolen goods?
A “mere” $37 in 1964 could buy a decent enough used car. He probably had to save up a bit for it.
from the look of the crack on the soundboard i would guess that it has not received the best treatment...
“Yesterday” was really about his stolen guitar. /s
I have a Hofner violin that has a wonderful sound.