mexico. 2001. searching for picasso’s last guitar, i came upon an open air luthier who may have been the last person to actually add the final touches to the last guitar. while on this particular mission, i had the opportunity to ramble through some very interesting and extremely remote areas of mexico. i had heard that there was in fact, an elder luthier in the environs of where i was, and so, upon the search of this elusive craftsman, i stumbled into some of the most magical scenarios. something about ghosts and cow skulls that happened all to slowly.