Laying in bed one day in 1979. Had my 1975 Gibson Flying V leaning up against the foot of my bed facing away from the bad.
Moved my foot the wrong way. Guitar was gently knocked over, and fell face first onto the concrete floor of my basement bedroom in my parents house.
Headstock snapped off.
EPIC FAIL.
The following year (1980) I moved to L.A. for the first time.
After I had glued the headstock back on myself, I had it shipped to me in L.A.
When it arrived, the headstock had broken off.
I complained.
UPS paid for a luthier to fix it properly, with a couple of pins.
So I at least got it fixed for free.
Moved my foot the wrong way. Guitar was gently knocked over, and fell face first onto the concrete floor of my basement bedroom in my parents house.
Headstock snapped off.
EPIC FAIL.
The following year (1980) I moved to L.A. for the first time.
After I had glued the headstock back on myself, I had it shipped to me in L.A.
When it arrived, the headstock had broken off.
I complained.
UPS paid for a luthier to fix it properly, with a couple of pins.
So I at least got it fixed for free.
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