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Hanging from the walls are a saz, a charango, a bouzouki and dozens of djembes, didgeridoos and kalimbas, along with hundreds of ukuleles, mandolins, banjos and guitars variously stringed, shaped, amplified and not. A couple of harp guitars (the baroque axe Robbie Robertson played in The Last Waltz), a 19th-century varietal, and electric guitars with Hello Kitty stickers, oddly popular with young boys. There’s even a section reserved for the left-of-hand. Coming upon an open office whose door sign makes me laugh, I ask the young lady working at the desk therein what the Department of Folk Mathematics is.
“I’m the accountant,” she responds, smiling.
Welcome to McCabe’s Guitar Shop on Pico Boulevard in Santa Monica, which is celebrating its 50th anniversary as L.A.’s premier triple threat of musicality: music store, music school and concert hall. To enter McCabe’s is to leave the sterile and corporate that poisons our lives and chews up big chunks of our hearts. It’s a church without the ridiculous theology, a zone where worship of music without commercial baggage is practiced. Although a retail outlet, humanity prevails over profit. A well-known L.A. guitar dealer was succinct: “There’s no way in hell McCabe’s should still be in business.”
Furniture designer Gerald McCabe had been fixing his pals’ guitars. The ’50s folk boom supplied the demand, and McCabe decided to supply the supply. He opened the first McCabe’s at 3015 Pico in 1958, a homey hang for L.A. bohemians. Dave Zeitlan, recently retired after 42 years, was an early employee. “We didn’t pressure people into buying things,” he notes. “We treated customers like people and people like customers. World-famous artists like Doc Watson would sit around and play just for the fun of it.” A 16-year-old Ry Cooder practically lived there. After “Walk Right In” became a No. 1 hit in 1963, fledgling folkies clamored for the distinctive 12-string sound, which McCabe’s supplied by grafting new peg heads and bridges onto wide-necked Martins. The store’s success forced a move to 3103 Pico, and then 3101 Pico in 1972.
The late folk-blues guitarist Elizabeth Cotten wrote “Freight Train,” the song every developing finger-picker strives to nail. A 1969 L.A. booking had been canceled and she needed fare to return home. Guitars were moved, windows blanketed and, with no sound system, “Libba” played. Thus began McCabe’s legendary concerts. Current gig director Lincoln Myerson explains that performances “make a little bit of money. But the premise was we’d have shows, people would remember the shows, see the guitars on the wall, and remember McCabe’s when they were looking for a guitar. They would buy their first guitar here, take lessons, get good, and then trade their first guitar in and end up walking out with a Martin.”
The first official concert in ’69 was opened by a young songwriter named Jackson Browne. Memorable artists are too numerous to list here but include the Sun Ra Arkestra sardined into the tiny back room (capacity 150) by packing musicians onto the stage, stairwell and into the first row of the audience. Charlie Haden playing bass with the Minutemen. John Hiatt’s first L.A. gig opening for John Lee Hooker. Springsteen sitting in with John Wesley Harding one night and Nils Lofgren another. Bill Monroe. Meat Puppets. Townes Van Zandt. Los Lobos. Emmylou Harris.Hanging from the walls are a saz, a charango, a bouzouki and dozens of djembes,... more
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