I did not make my first guitar. I obtained a balsa-wood Vietnamese-made acoustic guitar for $5 from a local small concessionaire, and began playing it at the hospital in Cam Ranh Bay, where I was recovering from whatever unknown herpes-like disease I had caught in Long Binh. the guitar, an opportunity to sit with it for a few days and get started with it, and the other necessary tool — a slide, which was my Zippo cigarette/doobie lighter — and my growing knowledge of blues music all came together. Coincidence? I am a phenomenologist, and there ARE no coincidences.
(This is the end of Part one of my interview with Watermelon Slim, you can read Part two tomorrow at Blogcritics.org.)
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