Mr Holly enjoyed looking at my wall of Barker Bass Mistakes. Bass bodies that didn't make the grade. That failed just late enough that they look done but never were. Some that got assembled, and played, and then up and failed, for any of several reasons: finish, material, unequal expansion of woody cells (splitting and cracking, in layperson language) or something I cannot remember.
He picked out one and asked if I could make a bass out of that. "Sure!" There was nothing of failure about this bass body. It must have been excluded from the line on a whim. He sensed the quality apparently.
We worked out a price and a schedule and a down payment and I gathered parts.
Assembling this instrument for Mr. Holly has been a nostalgic journey. I have come to appreciate how many little things are different, slightly or emphatically, from serial #1 (which you see hanging in the background). Here is a picture of the first sounds that came from this rare birdseye pine bass:
And finally the formal portrait, having received the tailpiece, the monogram, the truss rod cover and the final buff.