I spent much of the next week, including two days of skipping most of my classes, stripping all the finish off of the bass and replacing it with a finish I liked better. Luckily, I discovered that the black stripe around the face was not paint, moments before the chemical stripper I was using would have destroyed it all. I did end up sanding off some bubbled bits of binding down by the binding's end near the bottom strap button (my older self cringes here). Once I got the bass to bare wood, I stained it (cringe again) with a light coat of mahogany-colored stain, then sealed it with three or four coats of brushed-on poly. I thought it looked great at the time, black trim and binding against a glossy dark wood that still showed its nice grain, but it was my first real guitar project and I'm fairly certain the quality of work was pretty poor.
I played it for about six months, then got cash-strapped and was forced to sell it to some other kid for $400. He thought it was the greatest thing ever, but he was still in high school, so what did he know?
Anyway, if anyone reading this owns a bass matching the above description, I apologize for my youthful indiscretion. Hopefully you can refin it back to White, or Blue or Jetglo (pseudo-Shadow could be fun, right?) and still have a decent-looking Ricky to play. Sorry about the body binding on the bottom especially.
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Fast forward to around the turn of the century; I was working at a university in Indiana, doing some computer repair and consulting on the side, and a college student who needed a number of replacement PC parts and several hours of my time offered to pay me with a guitar instead of cash. He had this really cool bass he got from his brother, it needed some work, but it was "really, really cool". Really. He was broke and desperate for a working computer, so I took pity on him. He brings the thing over and it's a 4001. A mangled, frankensteined, maimed and butchered 4001, but definitely a 4001. My first reaction was a barely restrained urge to hunt this kid's brother down, grab him by the shoulders and shake him until his teeth rattled, all the while shouting "Why? Why? WHY?" Then I remembered my 19-year old self, proudly brushing the third coat of hardware-store poly on my project Rick in the utility closet of my dorm, and forgave the stupid kid. Mostly.
Ready? Take a deep breath, and head to the Register to check out the images I recently uploaded of my adopted victim, a 1973 Burgundy 4001 serial #MJ5278. Go ahead, I'll wait.
It's okay, I've shed a few tears myself. I don't think any less of you, really.
Now, it's possible that I've simply developed a soft spot in my heart (or head, whichever you prefer) for old things of high quality that have been ill-used, or it may be that I'm hoping for some atonement with the guitar gods for my previous sin. Either way, I've decided it's high time I brought this 4001 back to life, and so I've joined the forum in search of advice. I'll post my thoughts, plans, and (eventually) progress in this thread.
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