Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Why buy a custom built classical guitar?

Interview with Lee:

1. Why do you believe in hand made guitars over factory produced guitars?

Lee: They're better. I enjoy being a part of the building process itself, from the wood selection to the tuners. There's something spiritual in the idea that a guitar is being hand crafted for my exclusive use. It's a very personal and deep thing for me to play an instrument that someone put their heart into making.

2. How do you decide what style of guitar you want built?

Lee: I prefer the old-school, smaller-bodies guitars like Torres and Hauser. To me, they embody everything I love about classical guitars.

3. How long are you willing to wait for a handmade instrument and is it worth the extra cost?

Lee: I am willing to wait indefinitely if I know it's going to be built with love by a skilled master luthier. It is absolutely worth the extra cost. Why? If you heard one, you'd know!

4. What luthiers have you worked with in the past?

Lee: Steve Ganz and Federicco Sheppard.

5. How many hand made guitars is enough?

Lee: Never enough! LOL

Catch the blog post from Steve Ganz on the deluxe Sundog he's building:

http://ganzguitars.com/wp/?p=1184

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Monday, March 31, 2014

Lee de Falla's next gig!


Just thought we'd share the details of Lee's next gig:

April 13th, 2014
12-2pm during the studio tour
He will be located by local Wisconsin artist: Maureen Fritchen's booth - spread the word!

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Original Poetry for your morning reading pleasure :)

Ritual Grounds

Before the sun crests the morning hill,
Before the bird’s song is full and shrill,
Before the day breaks, I feel the thrill…
Coffee.

The comfy warmth of skin and fur,
The house still quiet but I feel the lure.
Children and pets still fast asleep,
But my groggy brain is stuck on repeat.
Coffee.

The cold water runs, the beans are ground,
The pot is dripping, still no one’s around.
Slippers and cups, sugar and cream,
I shuffle around, still in a dream.
Coffee.

I pour two cups and set them aside,
I shake his shoulders so he won’t be denied.
He smiles at me and ruffles my hair,
Our morning ritual begins in our lair.
Coffee.

by: Kat de Falla

Sunday, January 19, 2014