Interview with Lee:
1. Why do you believe in hand made guitars over factory produced guitars?
Lee: They're better. I enjoy being a part of the building process itself, from the wood selection to the tuners. There's something spiritual in the idea that a guitar is being hand crafted for my exclusive use. It's a very personal and deep thing for me to play an instrument that someone put their heart into making.
2. How do you decide what style of guitar you want built?
Lee: I prefer the old-school, smaller-bodies guitars like Torres and Hauser. To me, they embody everything I love about classical guitars.
3. How long are you willing to wait for a handmade instrument and is it worth the extra cost?
Lee: I am willing to wait indefinitely if I know it's going to be built with love by a skilled master luthier. It is absolutely worth the extra cost. Why? If you heard one, you'd know!
4. What luthiers have you worked with in the past?
Lee: Steve Ganz and Federicco Sheppard.
5. How many hand made guitars is enough?
Lee: Never enough! LOL
Catch the blog post from Steve Ganz on the deluxe Sundog he's building:
http://ganzguitars.com/wp/?p=1184
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Monday, March 31, 2014
Lee de Falla's next gig!
Just thought we'd share the details of Lee's next gig:
April 13th, 2014
12-2pm during the studio tour
He will be located by local Wisconsin artist: Maureen Fritchen's booth - spread the word!
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Original Poetry for your morning reading pleasure :)
Ritual
Grounds
Before
the sun crests the morning hill,
Before
the bird’s song is full and shrill,
Before
the day breaks, I feel the thrill…
Coffee.
The
comfy warmth of skin and fur,
The
house still quiet but I feel the lure.
Children
and pets still fast asleep,
But
my groggy brain is stuck on repeat.
Coffee.
The
cold water runs, the beans are ground,
The
pot is dripping, still no one’s around.
Slippers
and cups, sugar and cream,
I
shuffle around, still in a dream.
Coffee.
I
pour two cups and set them aside,
I
shake his shoulders so he won’t be denied.
He
smiles at me and ruffles my hair,
Our
morning ritual begins in our lair.
Coffee.
by: Kat de Falla
Sunday, January 19, 2014
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