I just pulled the frets, nut, and bridge on a 1980 Martin D-37K guitar.
Nice guitar, reasonably well cared for, played a lot, and in for repair simply because of stuff that normally needs to be done due to age and use. These are routine repairs that I have done many times before.
The bridge came off reasonably easily. Same with the frets. Only a couple of chips.
But that blankety-blank pocket nut . . . put in with too much glue . . .
Y'all who do this kind of work regularly know what I'm talking about.
Time wasted because of poor choices in factory assembly: too much. Nerve damage: moderate. Lost hair: at least three or four handfuls. The only good thing is that the collateral damage was minimal.
I've decided to quit for the day. If it wasn't for the epidemic, I'd go out to the good authentic Mexican restaurant to relax my ruffled feathers. But I guess I'll just have to content myself with an extra large bowl of homemade Mulligan stew. The one positive aspect of our current conditions is that I'm getting better at making stew.
I very un-cordially despise pocket nuts.
Tantrum finished.
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