World-renowned guitar aficionado feels right at home
By Margaret Wright
For Michael Eliot, one of the most internationally respected vintage guitar dealers, Albuquerque was the ideal place to set up the western wing of his collection, and not because it's remote and quieter than the New York City of his youth. On the contrary, it was the up-and-coming, hardscrabble energy of the place that drew him in and kept him here.
I am driving my dark blue Jaguar down a dark, wooded road. I slam on the brakes when I notice the car in front of me has stopped. I swerve to miss it and then barely avoid hitting a tree. The driver is a guy I know from work. He gives me a dirty look, backs up and then turns right into the trees. I follow him. Just through the trees is a huge shopping mall. My old flame A is now with me. Together we browse in a music store. She is impressed with the freebies being offered and thinks we might be able to “record a whole song!” I take notice of the recording devices and comment that from the look of the foot pedals, dip switches and tiny windows, that this must be a dream.