I ordered my first Gibson Les Paul, a 1978 Custom with maple fingerboard, on Jan. 2, 1978. My guitar arrived while I was on my honeymoon in April. I crossed the threshold of our home with my bride a week later, a new Les Paul in tow. I stayed up nearly all night playing my Gibson. A few days later, my new pride and joy turned into my worst nightmare! I attached a pair of strap locks, a new accessory just introduced to guitarists. As we began the first song, I let go of my new LP to adjust my mic stand. To my horror, my new LP crashed to the concrete floor crushing the lower bout and binding. I was speechless!
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