I remember clearly the first time I cradled an Everett guitar in my hands. When I strummed the strings, I was instantly seduced by the sweetness of the sound. I owned a vintage Gibson acoustic and I’d played a Martin. But they didn’t play like this. Those were made by man with machine; an Everett was all handmade. The post Editor’s Journal: How I finally got the perfect guitar appeared first on Atlanta Magazine.| Atlanta Magazine