GIBSON ES-335

“This is my main 335. Half the night I hate the fucking thing. It howls, it doesn’t sound right. Then, there are nights where it redeems itself and it’s brilliant. I bought the guitar in England, in Brighton, on my last tour. It was from a guy who bought it in ’74. He wrote to Gibson to ask, ‘What year is it?’ and they said it was a ’59. Gibson was shit [at dating instruments] back then, because it’s a ’62. It’s either brilliant or it’s just this howling piece of shit. It’s the bee’s knees, really, but I don’t know what guitar I’m going to get. It’s weird with the 335s, especially outside in the summertime: you do not know if the guitar will work on a dayto-day basis. Sometimes the pickups just stop working. Moisture gets in the switch and it’s just, ‘Oh, it’s not working today.’”