Ms. Kay
Restoration of 1965 Kay S-1 Part One
When my friend Jack got his first full time teaching gig, it was as music director for a local high school. The department had been under utilized and many of the practice rooms had become dumping grounds for obsolete supplies. During the summer, Jack started clearing away the years of debris and found an upright bass under a pile of boxes and old sheet music. I played electric bass, and he knew I had been looking for a stand up fixer upper. He hinted that it needed repair and that I should come pick it up before he had it hauled away.
What I found was a 1965 Kay S-1 Swingmaster, and I can't see any reason why I wouldn't just call her Kay. She was in pretty rough shape. If I had to guess, I would bet that some careless student let the post slip out from under her, and she fell backwards, catching the peghead on the way and breaking her neck at the block.
Someone, perhaps the guilty party, made a valiant attempt to put all of the pieces back together again, but failed. Based on the materials used, I would guess that this bass saw less than 10 years of playing time before she was permanently stored. To repair the crack, the previous repair technician removed the fingerboard and drilled a 5/16 hole straight through the neck block to accommodate a threaded rod. On the heel side, he or she countersunk a hole to receive a washer and nut. On the front of the neck they drilled through the fingerboard to access the rod, and installed another nut and washer. He or she would then tighten the two nuts against each other to bring the crack back together.
I tightened the nuts and tested the repair. Despite his or her best intentions, a single bolt was not enough to stabilize the neck, and I suspect that the repair tech never reattached the fingerboard. The neck block would need to be reglued if I wanted to get Kay back on her feet.
After unthreading the nut from the fingerboard side, the neck was extremely loose, but wouldn't let go completely. There were still some sections where the glue was holding, so I started running strips of sandpaper down through the crack and along the shoulders of the dovetail. Little by little, the neck wiggled more and more until, after a nice rinse with warm water and a few gentle taps with a mallet, I could pull it free.
In several places, the original hide glue had not made good contact with all of the surfaces and crystallized without creating a bond. All of this would need to be cleaned up before I could start my own glue up. Using hot water, shop rags, and sponges, I started soaking the old glue and scraping it away with various chisels, putty knives, and other assorted scrapers. In the process of scraping the mess away, I discovered what I believe to be two original factory shims made out of mahogany on each side of the neck block. Apparently, the original neck to body fit left a little to be desired, and I found it necessary to replace them with shims of my own later on.
With everything clean up and scraped away, it was time for the re-set. The section of the heel that was still attached to the body was solid, but I still needed to fill all of the voids around the dovetail. Once this was dry, I started the reset. Using the original strings as a guide, I aligned the neck as best I could. Kay is a full figured gal, and easily oversized my work area. To keep the neck positioned correctly, I clamped the headstock to a piece of 1x4 pine propped up on the floor. With everything set and secure, I let the glue cure for 48 hours.
I was pleasantly surprised that the glue up was solid, stable, and aligned, so I began sanding the remaining glue residue off both the neck surface and back of the fingerboard. It is a beautiful piece of ebony, blemished only by the well performed but obvious plug that once concealed the failed bolt through repair and a stain from what must have been a round garage sale sticker. Once clean, I generously glued the surfaces and clamped them back together using masking tape to align the edges.
In addition to the traumatic neck injury, Kay's soundpost was rolling around loose inside of her belly. The years of string tension and improper storage caused the top to cave. With some measure of finesse, I was able to roll Kay around enough to grab her soundpost, and using a series of longer and longer wedges, was able to lift the top enough to reposition it.
After allowing another week for the bass to condition, I reinstalled a single string at a time over the course of the next few days. Kay had been unaccustomed to normal string tension for quite some time, and I wanted to ease her back into service gently. A week later, I slowly tuned her to pitch, allowing it to fall naturally and be retuned over the next day. A month or so later, Kay plays well and intonates better than my novice fingers can play her. She's still a little rough around the edges, bit I don't mind the added character at all. My wife was kind enough to present me with lessons for Christmas, and I hope to start next week. This was a fun and challenging repair, and Kay isn't finished yet. We've got to replace a bridge and install a pickup too!