Description
Sir Richard Bishop is back and he’s got a new guitar. While in Geneva for a time last year, Sir Richard was on the lookout for a Taylor Mini, something he could travel with. Stumbling into an obscure luthier’s shop in a shadowy lane off the high road, he was unable to find what he was looking for… but as he was leaving, the old shopkeeper reached behind an ancient and dusty cabin and produced a guitar identified only by a tiny sticker inside reading ‘C. Bruno’ but with no recognizable attributions otherwise. Clearly an old piece, likely made in the mad final days of the 19th century. Just to touch it was to hear an instrument of unusual depth. The experience of playing it was equally exquisite. However, once Sir Rick heard the price, he was forced to put it down and walk out empty-handed. A couple of days later he was back to play it again. A couple of days after that he was back again, his wallet stuffed fat with Swiss Francs. It was as if he’d been enchanted / cursed.
