Whaaaaat, you turned a Flying V into a Flying F?! Or at the very least disseminated the heinous atrocity!!!
Tell me, is there still a death penalty in your State by any chance?
Ok, given your commendably adolescent taste for outlandish basses and throwing rock star shapes,
we can perhaps commute it to a life sentence.
Did it even intonate correctly? Looks like you had the bridge almost falling off ...
PS: What happened to the cutting edge lamé polo shirt, cutie?
When my cousin (also a bassist... a dyed-in-the-wool Fender man to this day - and DESPISES Gibson basses) heard that I bought it, he commented that his effort was not intended to be taken and played as a serious instrument - "Only YOU would do that."
Did it intonate? Who knows? The neck was held on with only two screws and no neck plate - not sure why. Every once it a while it would shift and I would have to smack it back into position and snug up the screws. Off I went, into the Dead Boys' "Sonic Reducer"...
Of the three basses in the pic, only the Thunderbird remains here with me. The Destroyer was traded even up at Rudy's in NYC for a '72 EB-3, which is also here today - but only after a long and circuitous journey involving JB weld, truss rod nuts and dubious storage environments. Story for another thread. Suffice it to say that the EB was initially sold off to finance the purchase of... a Gibson Flying V Bass.
The shirt eventually deteriorated, peeling like a cheap rubber t-shirt transfer.