Clapton's Guitar: Watching Wayne Henderson Build the Perfect Instrument


New York Times bestselling author Allen St. John started off looking for the world's greatest guitar, but what he found instead was the world's greatest guitar builder.

Living and working in Rugby, Virginia (population 7), retired rural mail carrier Wayne Henderson is a true American original, making America's finest instruments using little more than a pile of good wood and a sharp whittling knife. There's a 10-year waiting list for Henderson's heirloom acoustic guitars—and ...

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New York Times bestselling author Allen St. John started off looking for the world's greatest guitar, but what he found instead was the world's greatest guitar builder.

Living and working in Rugby, Virginia (population 7), retired rural mail carrier Wayne Henderson is a true American original, making America's finest instruments using little more than a pile of good wood and a sharp whittling knife. There's a 10-year waiting list for Henderson's heirloom acoustic guitars—and even a musical legend like Eric Clapton must wait his turn. Partly out of self-interest, St. John prods Henderson into finally building Clapton's guitar, and soon we get to pull up a dusty stool and watch this Stradivari in glue-stained blue jeans work his magic. The story that ensues will captivate you with its portrait of a world where craftsmanship counts more than commerce, and time is measured by old jokes, old-time music, and homemade lemon pies shared by good friends.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Only a guitar book in the sense that The Orchid Thief is only a book about gardening. St. John makes the case for the transformative power of certain objects and the not-so-quaint notion of craftsmanship." — Allen Barra, American Heritage

"Clapton's Guitar delivers a fascinating tale that's bound to leave you longing for a Henderson of your own." — Southern Living

"St. John . . . has created a memorable portrait of a likable, self-effacing craftsman at work. St. John writes, 'Some people simply have the gift of being able to make a piece of wood sing.' He doesn't come out and say it, but you know he's thinking it: Henderson is God." — David Kelly, The New York Times Book Review

"Clapton's Guitar takes the reader on a craftsman's journey that [began] when . . . Eric Clapton first picked up a Henderson guitar." — The Wall Street Journal

Publishers Weekly
People will go to great lengths to get master craftsman Wayne Henderson to build them an instrument. If you're an award-winning journalist like St. John and you want to expedite the process, you write a book about Henderson that's equal parts travelogue, biography and ode to the old-fashioned trade of making top-notch guitars. Upon learning that Eric Clapton has been on Henderson's waiting list for 10 years, St. John sets out to learn about the little-known man behind the instruments every guitarist knows. He visits Henderson's Virginia home, shadowing the artist while he builds guitars, plays "old time music" concerts and doesn't build Clapton's guitar. Along the way, he finds answers to questions such as which is the best wood for guitar making (Brazilian rosewood) and how much the 1939 Martin guitar Clapton played on Unplugged was auctioned for ($700,000). When St. John finally helps cajole Henderson into building two guitars for Clapton (one to be auctioned for charity), Henderson's and St. John's expertise shine through. St. John's descriptions of Henderson choosing wood, making a dovetail neck joint or whittling bracings for the guitar-top are as detailed, refined and playful as the instruments Henderson creates. Photos. Agent, Mark Reiter. (Oct. 12) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Wayne Henderson, a curmudgeonly master luthier and musician in Rugby, VA, took his sweet time-nearly ten years-to build an acoustic guitar for rock god Eric Clapton. Journalist St. John was there to follow the process and here highlights the various factors that determine how a custom-built guitar resonates and plays and demonstrates how the approach of one builder can result in an instrument that is more a living thing than an object. Henderson is depicted as a friendly and good-humored country boy whose relaxed approach to life both informs his work and infuriates his customers; readers get a grasp of how everything from wood selection to years of experience comes together to make a unique instrument of unparalleled tone. St. John, himself waiting many years for a Henderson guitar, has produced a highly readable work that will appeal to more than just guitar and music enthusiasts. Recommended for all circulating libraries.-Eric C. Shoaf, Brown Univ. Lib., Providence Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Cheerful days spent in the company of master luthier Wayne Henderson as he oh-so-slowly handcrafts guitars. Henderson's guitars-there are fewer than 300 in existence, journalist St. John reports-are revered for the quality of their sound and workmanship. Described as a "Stradivari in glue-stained blue jeans," Henderson, who lives in a rural Virginia town of seven people, is here portrayed as your standard slow-poking, generous soul, unawed by celebrity (Eric Clapton is among his clients), who just happens to know how to make wood sing. Sports journalist St. John (The Mad Dog 100, not reviewed, etc.) follows Henderson through all the steps, from choosing the wood (Henderson uses Brazilian rosewood and Appalachian red spruce, though readers will sense he could make a rotten stump warble) right through to the abalone and pearl inlays. Like the sculptor who sees the end product in a piece of raw marble, Henderson whittles away everything from a piece of wood "that isn't a guitar." St. John's writing shares a deceptive lightness with Henderson's guitars. There is a wash of fascinating material in these pages: playing techniques; guitar history (Les Paul made his first functioning electric guitar from a railroad tie); how to find the near-extinct rosewood without going felonious (Henderson located a stash when the floors of Truman Capote's yacht were being replaced); and the pleasures of sitting in a cluttered workspace with a handful of friends, swapping jokes and stories. Henderson will probably make about 600 guitars in his lifetime. Get on his list, but don't hold your breath.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780743266369
  • Publisher: Free Press
  • Publication date: 5/30/2006
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 343,822
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.43 (h) x 0.80 (d)

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Chapter One: The $100,000 Guitar

I think it's great," said Eric Clapton as he looked first at his host, and then at the magical instrument on his lap. "Especially on the top strings. It's easy to bend. It's got a good ringing quality."

And so begins the legend of Clapton's guitar. The scene was a recording studio in New York City in 1994. Tim Duffy, a recording engineer by trade, was showing Clapton his facility, hoping he'd sign on to cut an album there. And while the legendary performer was suitably impressed by the audiophile-quality recording gear, what captured his imagination was Duffy's own acoustic guitar.

"It's flat," Clapton continued. "It's incredibly flat."

"The tone?" Duffy asked, somewhat puzzled.

"The fingerboard," Clapton replied. "Or is that in my imagination?"

Clapton noodled a bit, playing some of the sweet and soulful blues riffs that had earned him Grammys, gold records, and even gold-plated guitars.

"It's lovely," he said. "I've never heard anything about this guy before."

The guy was Wayne Henderson, and it's no surprise that even Eric Clapton, one of the world's certifiable guitar freaks, didn't know anything about him. Henderson lives in rural Rugby, Virginia, population 7, where until recently he split his time between building extraordinary guitars and delivering the mail to his neighbors. He has built maybe three hundred guitars over the last thirty-five years, as many as the popular C.F. Martin factory in Nazareth, Pennsylvania, can finish in a busy afternoon. But in just a few short moments with this guitar, Clapton had discovered one thing. Wayne C. Henderson might just be the greatest guitar builder who ever lived. A Stradivari in glue-stained blue jeans.

"You want one?" said Duffy, sealing one deal, perhaps in the service of sealing another.

"Yeah I'd love to get one."

"What size?"

"The same as this."

That's the first story about that guitar. Here's the next one.

A few weeks later, a man entered Duffy's studio and approached our engineer.

"I want to buy your guitar," he said.

"Well, it's not for sale."

"This is the guitar that Eric Clapton really liked, right? Well my daughter is a big Eric Clapton fan, and I want to buy it for her."

"It's not for sale."

"Yes, it is."

Duffy explained how special this guitar is, and how long he waited for it. He'd taken it to Africa when he was eighteen.

"I've been on camels with it. I've been on dhow boats with it. I've dated girls with it," he said. "I've been everywhere with this guitar."

The man listened patiently, and when the ranting subsided, he extracted a checkbook from his pocket and scribbled. "Is this enough?"

Duffy squinted. The check was made out in the amount of $100,000.

"Is this some kind of a joke?"

"Would you prefer cash? I'll go to the bank if you want."

The money wouldn't go to buy the engineer a Mercedes. Duffy, you see, wears another hat as well. He is the head of the Music Maker Relief Foundation, an organization that's devoted to providing the basics for indigent blues musicians. When he went out to do field recordings of great players like Guitar Gabriel and Etta Baker, he was shocked to see the choices forced upon them by their financial situation: food or diabetes medicine; rent or a winter coat; eyeglasses or bus fare to the optometrist. So he started the Music Maker Foundation as a way to give a little something back to these remarkable, but unknown, musicians. A six-figure check would buy a lot of groceries. That's what Duffy was thinking.

What he said was, "Let me think about it." Wayne Henderson guitars are one to a customer. If he builds you one, you can pretty much forget about getting a second. So the engineer called Wayne himself and told him the story.

"That could solve a lot of problems for me," Duffy said sheepishly.

"It's your guitar," replied the ever-practical Henderson with a laugh. "If you want to throw it out the window it's okay by me."

So stashed in a dusty cubbyhole in Wayne Henderson's workshop is a Xerox copy of the $100,000 check Duffy got in payment for one of Henderson's guitars..

"I still miss that guitar every day," said Duffy ten years later.

"I wish I still had it."

In addition to making superb instruments, Wayne Henderson is a gifted guitar player, or as he refers to himself, "a pretty good picker."

The first time I met Wayne Henderson, in the winter of 2001, he was holding court in his own modest way in the Haft Auditorium at New York's Fashion Institute of Technology, greeting friends who had come to marvel at his playing and to remind him gently about the guitar that he had promised to build them. Henderson, fifty seven when I met him, is a bantamweight with a full salt-and-pepper beard, a reddish complexion, a slightly wary smile, and an omnipresent baseball cap. He is also that rarest of commodities, a man who is a virtuoso in two separate yet related fields: Paganini and Guarneri rolled into one.

As he demonstrated onstage an hour earlier, Wayne Henderson is a guitar player's guitar player. He doesn't have the name recognition of, say, the bluegrass legend Doc Watson. But when it comes to the sheer ability to send a torrent of notes tumbling from the soundhole of an acoustic guitar, and yet make it seem like no big deal, Henderson has few peers. But on this night, he was the token guitar player, playing boom-chuck backup behind a collection of fiddle players from all over America. This is roughly the equivalent of having Curt Schilling pitch batting practice. Despite his limited role, which he happily accepted, a good chunk of the audience showed up just to see him play a tune or two. He didn't disappoint. To open the show, Henderson started with a few jokes about his hometown — "it's so small we have to take turns being the mayor, the preacher, and the town drunk" — and a slightly off-color story about the old lady and the elephant:

"With only seven people not too much happens in Rugby, but one time a circus was coming through town on their way to the big city...Mouth of Wilson. But they got to going a little too fast around one of the turns on the mountain road and they broke a wheel off one of those big old circus wagons. It turned over on the side of the bank, and spilled out all kinds of circus animals. We had lions, tigers, giraffes, zebras, things like that running around. And that stirred up an awful lot of excitement because we were used to rabbits and squirrels and possum. Old Farmer Jones who lives down the holler was pretty disappointed. He had found the hippopotamus and put it in his hog lot. He thought he was going to have bacon for the next ten years.

"But the strangest thing was that they lost the elephant. They could not find a thing as big as an elephant. They searched high and low. And someone gave word to the sheriff's department that they had seen it near this old lady's farm. And since she didn't have a phone, the sheriff himself went out there to check on it and asked her if she had seen the elephant.

"Turns out that she didn't know what one was. She didn't have a television and she had never even seen a picture of an elephant in a book. So he tried to describe what it was and asked her if she had seen it.

" 'Why, yes, I did,' she told the sheriff. 'Just this morning, there was a big old animal like that around here. And you know what? That thing was in my garden pulling up every one of my cabbages with its tail.'

"The sheriff scratched his head and asks, 'Pulling up cabbages with its tail? What in the world was he doing with them?'

"And the old lady said, 'You wouldn't believe it if I told you.'"

The New York audience roared. Wayne delivered the punch line with the same kind of knowing these-are-my-people wink you get from Woody Allen or Richard Pryor, and that's what made this joke worthy of Letterman instead of Hee Haw.

When the audience settled back down, Henderson demonstrated timing of a different sort. He picked up his guitar and ripped through "Lime Rock," a fiddle tune so intricate and complex that Yo-Yo Ma, who recorded it on the cello with Edgar Meyer and Mark O'Connor, has marveled at its difficulty. But Henderson sashayed through this fingerbuster with a casual flair that left both his fans and his fellow musicians slack-jawed.

The only question among musicians is whether Henderson builds guitars better than he plays them. Each Henderson guitar has been built by hand, one at a time, made to order, from start to finish by the man himself. When you order a Henderson guitar, you can be sure that it's been built by Wayne Columbus Henderson. He charges an almost ridiculously modest $1,500 for one of his guitars — other builders charge ten times as much — or he might barter for something like a new interior for his 1957 Thunderbird.

Wayne uses exotic materials on some of his guitars, all-but-extinct Brazilian rosewood for the sides, indigenous Appalachian red spruce for the tops, piano-black ebony for the bridge and the fingerboard, and abalone and mother-of-pearl for the jeweled inlays around the edges.

But the magic in these guitars comes not from the ingredients, but from the chef. Wayne's personal guitar is built from plain, unfigured mahogany, and to the untrained eye, this battered instrument looks like something that would command $25 at a garage sale.

Pick it up, or better yet hear Wayne play it, and you will appreciate the difference. Every note seems to explode out of the soundhole, with a volume that's almost shocking, yet each note is still sweet and smooth. In guitar parlance, it's a cannon.

Copyright © 2005 by Big E Media LLC, Allen St. John principal

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 18, 2012

    Clapton Unplugged

    A wonderful must-read for all Clapton fans. It is rare to read about a craftsman who is more interested in the finished product than the almighty dollar.

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  • Posted December 28, 2010

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    I thurouly enjoyed this book.

    I had read his "New New Thing", Well written and researched. This one could have had more Eric Clapton in it. Entertaining. Taking the instrument to the Boston Red Sox to watch and describe Mammy Ramirez. it was classic sarcasm.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 27, 2006

    Wonderful Americana

    you might see the title of this book and that the person writing this book has to be a lunatic to think that anyone would CARE about this subject!! I thought this and I play guitar AND Clapton is my hero! I thumbed through this in the store and picked up and could not put it down!! This is a wonderful story of Americana that I think anyone would enjoy. I also learned quite a bit about a genre of guitar that I knew very little about. The author paints a wonderful picture of the building of the guitars by a master builder using great stories and anecdotes. If you like novels of real life, I think you'd like this book. I was dumbfounded by the fact that I liked it so much and not because it's about guitars and Eric Clapton. Now I want to go to Rugby, VA and meet Mr. Henderson.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2006

    A Guitarist's Joy

    This book is an amazing read, and if you love guitars you simply MUST read this book. Even if you don't play guitar, if you appreciate wonderful writing that tells a darn fine story, superb craftsmanship, and a few good jokes thrown in, you're gonna love this book! Allen St. John is a masterful writer with a stake in what he is writing about that makes this book a pure joy to read. I just finished reading the book and I feel that I know both Allen and Wayne intimately. And now, my desire is to get to know a Henderson guitar. Intimately! Wayne Henderson's guitars are sought after by people like Clapton because the instruments made by Mr. Henderson are works of musical art. There is also a 10 year wait! The first chapter tells the story of the author almost getting a Henderson guitar but fate wasn't with him. The guitar went to a guy I know named Bob Wright. Talk about 6 degrees of separation! I was totally floored when I read the story about how Bob got the guitar in the first chapter. I gotta get in touch with Bob, maybe he'll let me try the guitar out. Now how to get on the list...?

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