Sometimes, you just know. When I strummed the first chord, shivers went up my spine.
It's something about the way the overtones dance around the fundamental.
The way the open strings seem to haunt the fretted ones.
The way every frequency eventually balances out warm and clear as a spring day.
It's basically a taut trampoline that will sail your pick off into the heavens
The combination of an Adirondack top with Adirondack braces (attached with hot hide glue, of course) is glorious.
It's the kind of engine that makes you wanna' pop the hood.
This is the quintessential, no-frills, all-muscle, bare-chested dreadnought guitar, folks.
The folks at Santa Cruz sure know how to cast that "pre-war" spell.
In the words of one of my esteemed co-workers, "now THAT'S the way a guitar's supposed to sound!"