Description
Yet another early Japanese made Telecaster in gorgeous Pink Paisley. Probably one of the closest in construction to the original late 60s Paisley Telecaster that Fender have ever made. Stickum wallpaper under a poly finish. The limited run of Paisleys that Fender just did was pretty damn nice, but the colour was more Pink Panther than a soft 'freak out' pink like the guitar we have here. Neck is a ripper on this guitar, super slim C neck. Frets have plenty of life in em.
There are a couple of dings, one on the top bout through the finish..and a couple of small cracks on the back and front of the body. Switch tip has been replaced with a Strat style one. Everything else is running stock, though I suspect that the strap buttons may have been changed, and the clear pickguard is AWOL...I won't mention it if you don't. Bridge and tuners have some tarnishing. This straddles the line nicely between a player grade instrument and something that is still hard to find and collectable...I guess what I am saying is, you could gig the hell out of this and at the end of the day still have a cool collectable thing that only increase in value. Embrace the 1960s aesthetic, embrace James Burton, shoot embrace whoever you want....LUV.
Made in Japan with an A serial that goes like this, A029600 and comes with a nice new hardshell case with orange lining. Weight: 3.35kgs
"Lord Almighty, I feel my temperature risin', mmm
Higher, higher, it's burning through to my soul
Girl, girl, girl, girl, you're gonna set me on fire
My brain is flamin', I don't know which way to go, yeah
Your kisses lift me higher
Like a sweet song of a choir
You light my mornin' sky with burning love, mmm
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, I feel my temperature risin', mm
Help me, I'm flamin', I must be a 109, mmm
Burnin', burnin', burnin' and nothing can cool me, yeah
I just might turn into smoke, but I feel fine
'Cause your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
And you light my mornin' sky with burning love
It's comin' closer, the flames are now lickin' my body, mm
Won't you help me? I feel like I'm slippin' away
It's hard to breathe, and my chest is a-heavin', mmm, hmm
Lord, have mercy, I'm burning a hole where I lay, yeah
Your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky with burning love
With burning love (a hunk, a hunk of burning love, ah)
I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love (ah)
I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love, ah (ah)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love, ah (ah)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love, ah (ah)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love (ah)
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love, ah (ah)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love, ah, ah (ah)
I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love" - Burning Love, Elvis Presley.