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| Cat in her Fremont Seattle workshop |
Green Lake is in Seattle. Its shores once graced by the open
canoes of Seattle natives are now circled by a track that keeps active
Seattleites fit and trim. Runners, walkers, mothers with strollers and kids on
skateboards circle this once pea-green lake whose waters are nowadays so clear
you can see fish on the bottom. That's good news for the eagles that hang out in
the trees of Duck Island and drop by for a snack of fish or an unlucky coot.
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| Canoe and kayaks are stored above the workshop kitchen |
Paddling one day on Green Lake I ran into a family in a
green canoe and stopped to chat. Cat with a quirky smile explained she had
crafted the canoe's wooden gunnel herself.
Later I discovered she has a workshop ideal for that kind of thing.
She's a luthier. Actually she's not just a luthier; she's an exceptionally good
and well-respected luthier. She repairs
instruments, mostly guitars and she's in demand for repairing rare and valuable
ones. Her workshop, Sound Guitar Repair,
is in Fremont, Seattle.
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| Cat outside her workshop within a workshop, "Sound Guitar Repair" |
Rick sat at the other end of the canoe, quiet and confident.
He eventually revealed that he also works in wood; he too is a luthier. He
describes himself as a work in progress, learning how to build acoustic guitars,
but that's only because as a true perfectionist he cannot be satisfied with the
best. He moved to Seattle from Vermont where he played with race cars, built
kayaks, instructed skiing and as a woodworker began building "Running Dog" guitars.
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| Cat Fox and Rick Davis |
Rick Davis is no amateur.
Author Tim Brookes wrote his book "Guitar; An American Life"
around him and his guitar building. Rick used to be the Executive Director for
the Association of Stringed Instrument Artisans (ASIA). He was featured in the
recent April 2012 Acoustic Guitar magazine in a double-spread article by Thomas
M. Lell.
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| Rick's "Running Dog" guitars are masterpieces of custom workmanship |
He is a talented artist in wood. He can tap a board of wood and
know its prospects as a guitar top from the sound it makes. He can then
transform the rough board to release its full potential by tapping and
chiseling, tapping and chiseling until the sounds from bass to treble ring out,
and the board begs to be played. Then he'll bend all the other pieces of
carefully selected wood together to create an instrument that plays like a
dream and looks incredible!
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| Rick in his Fremont workshop |
Rick and Cat have their workshops together in a modern
industrial building close by the Fremont Canal.
Cat's space is built within Rick's shop, allowing each to work
undisturbed when they wish. That is undisturbed when people like me don't come
barging in to visit.
Today Rick is working on small parts. His binding and inlay
work is impeccable. He indulges me when I ask to see a baritone guitar he has
already completed, and he open up the velvet-lines case to reveal a long-scale
instrument with an oval sound-hole. Releasing a chord that breathes deeply into
air I'm astonished at its rich sonorous voice.
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| Rick demonstrates the rich deep notes of his "Bear-itone" guitar |
Sometimes Rick builds a guitar
just for himself that he's reluctant to sell until his relationship with it has
had time to mature. But mostly he builds custom guitars for others, tailoring
the sound and the desired appearance to the customer's playing style and
desires. Each piece of wood is specially chosen for its qualities with the
desired end in mind. I'm fascinated.
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| Somebody who canoes, kayaks, plays guitar and drinks espresso can't be bad! |
When he's not kayaking or canoeing, Rick keeps fit by
fencing. That's not the pounding stakes into the ground type; it's the
skewering of opponents with a foil. He leaks from various ouch places in his
legs where he's failed to be quite as nimble as he'd like to be.
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| Cat keeps her rubber corvid muzzled... |
Cat Fox in her box; in her room within a room, is preparing
for an upcoming presentation she'll give on keeping chickens… a fowl past-time of
hers that seems decidedly wrong for someone with her double-predatory name. On
her bench beside a life-like black rubber crow is part of an old Gibson harp-guitar, probably almost 100 years old. She opens up a large case and takes out
the reddish full body of the instrument itself, minus its strings and a few
other bits. It'll take time and patience to repair and reinforce this giant and
to tune it back to its original state, but she'll do it.
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| One of Cat's current restoration projects, a Gibson harp-guitar |
Instruments that pass
through her hands are as good as new, and in some cases look and play better
than new.
I have to leave Cat and Rick to let them work, but I leave
with the rich sound of the baritone guitar in my head. It's a wonderful
instrument I'm drawn to not only for its voice but also for the wonderful inlaid
portrait of a bear that glows like ice from the guitars head. It is as Rick
points out the "bearitone" guitar.
And I leave with a taunting aside from Rick… he'll soon have
a used Running Dog mini-jumbo passing through for sale… at an insanely reasonable
price. He turns his head sideways with a quizzical look to see if I'm tempted.
Of course I'm tempted… I'd love to have a room-full of his guitars! Dreams,
dreams, dreams! But I am already proud owner of one Running Dog guitar… maybe I
should work toward a pack?
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