This guitar is in “virtually new” condition showing almost literally no sign of having been held or played. It features the L. R. Baggs high fidelity (yet elusive) RTS-2 Element pickup system with the hidden volume control, housed in the Deluxe Ameritage “everything but a built-in bar” hard shell case. McPherson is fast becoming the favorite new brand subscribed to by the blissful patrons of this illustrious house of sonorous resonation. I once wrote that McPherson guitars tend to remain in stock for only days at a time and then, sadly, they are gone – shuffled off to another time, another place, another loving foster parent. Well, this one will gleefully take its proper place in the pantheon of “one of the finest guitars in our current arsenal” within our copious inventory of the world’s most fetching playthings. We know for an absolute fact that when the more obscure deities get together to play guitar (and they look a lot like those six guys with the three acoustic guitars, piano, bass and drums who recorded the memorable “Viva Viagra” TV commercial) they use McPhersons. This guitar sings with the voice of the euphoric; it’s as pretty and pert as Kate Couric, and commands the attention of a happy, fun-loving dinosauric.
The reddish brown color, the spidery black flowing through the mocha background, the flame koa bindings, the gold-plated Schallers, the unmistakable tawny titillation of its Western Redwood face -- beautifully matured and naturally colored with vertical orange flourishes adjacent to warm and embracing darker faultless grain fluctuations that contribute to the natural aberration that makes the loud, woody vibration -- the sweeping cutaway, the bright pearl, the underlined McPherson logo, the most comfortable 1 ¾” nut width neck you have had the pleasure to embrace with your left hand, the slightly larger D-hole (an amazing sight to behold), the space-age, high-tech bracing and the optimum 2 3/16th” bridge spacing all combine to make for an experience few have encountered, and even fewer have gotten permission from their loved ones to own.
Being obsessed with guitars is a horrible, disgusting, uncontrollable habit that tears down human beings, causing them to be unable to sleep, unable to speak, and to mostly just make little bubbles from their lips and nose and produce spasmodic wet breathing noises with the occasional snort. If you’re married to or live with someone so afflicted you probably know what I’m talking about. This guitar, last Saturday, the first full day we had it here, reduced no less than 5 visitors to this wasted state, one of eternal semi-conscious delirium, wherein they could do nothing more than write scarily disjointed notes on 3 ½” X 3 ½”pieces of paper that said things like “I’ll mortgage the house!” “I don’t need 3 cars – I need this guitar.” And the last one just said “Help me!”
When I tell you that we have found Nirvana and its name is McPherson Brazilian and Flamed Redwood I trust you will take heed. This guitar plays so smoothly, so effortlessly, and produces tone so luscious and languorous, so vital and vigorous, so outspoken and embracing, that it would be safe to say that you have never in your life heard anything like it. The person who gets to return home to this magical six-string each evening will be able to experience that which the rest of us can only yearn for tragically – that of the end of the quest for the best. This illustrious and even legendary guitar is just $11,856 or, at our cash discount price $11, 500.
ANNOUNCING -- THE WINNER OF THE “STAN JAY-INSPIRED CREATIVE WRITING CONTEST” FOR 2007 (Yeah, we know that 2007 is finally over but nobody is going to beat this! Not a chance.) That winner is one Steve Bissell. Steve has received and is hopefully wearing day and night his own (highly coveted) Mandolin Brothers T-Shirt along with our thanks for a job well done. Here’s Steve’s take on the McPherson Brazilian-Redwood MG5.0XP that he recently got from us. We thought his imagery, word choices and expressive style outstanding:
“It was a marriage preordained from the dawn of time by the Creator himself. The coniferous Coast Redwood, fighting for survival as the coastal rains beat down upon the ancient forest, tiny songbirds and deep-throated spotted owls teaching her melodies from their nests tucked high within her branches. And from deep in the southern hemisphere, hidden in the tropical rainforests of Brazil and nourished by the Amazon itself, the majestic Dalbergia Nigra, whose own history is etched in the deep blacks and golden hues of his annular rings, chronicling centuries of patient growth before the coming of the rosewood hunters while keeping watch over the exotic jaguar and learning bass and tenor harmonies from the cane toads and scarlet macaws. Together at last, Redwood and Rosewood have been joined in holy union by a small troupe of McPherson luthiers in their chambers in Sparta, Wisconsin, now claiming to be the “Bicycling Capital of America”, but once known for the healing powers of the local artesian springs. Joined with ebony and koa and electrified by Baggs, the transformation into a masterpiece unlike any other is complete. I have touched it, and my own song now floats upon the wind and whispers to future generations of these tonewood giants.” Signed, Steve Bissell (with, he says, a wink and a nod to the poetic prose of Stan Jay).