And the "Stupidity of Youth Award" goes to....me.
I had been playing an acoustic for a few years, but wanted an electric.
My father acquired from a touring co-worker, a....
1965 Gibson Melody Maker.
Cherry red. Double cutaways.
Double pickups, with tremolo.
He scored it for like $200 because it was a road dog.
Finish was checked all to hell. Neck was broken and repaired, twice.
Didn't stay in tune for nothing.
Single coils sounded horrible.
I absolutely hated it.
I was heavy into RATT at the time, and here I had this grandpa guitar.
I traded it a few years later for something pointy.
Ironically, I now play country music and would kill to have that guitar back.