I spent the day stripping it. Nobody will ever see that monstrosity that was the spraypaint finish. Me, my best friend, and some 220-grit sandpaper made damn sure of that. It hurt to witness that. He had fucking scraped off the Gibson logo with a razor blade. WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT. I can't bitch about his masking tape wiring job, because, well, I'd be a hypocrite, but it's a pretty sad sight. Still, easy to remove the pickups once I get the P90s I wanna get.
It's stripped down to bare wood now and we rubbed that sucker good and clean, and now the first coat of clear lacquer is on (I intend to have a natural finish SG). Lots of fish eyes and runs, I need to work on my spraying technique. But there's a few more coats to go, so I've got time to learn. And it's hard to fuck up when you can learn consequence-free, which is how I see it right now.
The sad thing is that all the buckle rash made it impossible to remove all that godawful paint from the back. It's stuck in the scratches, and I'm not THAT dedicated. It's also all stuck in the serial number and "MADE IN U.S.A." stamp. And the headstock veneer looks really sad and pathetic, very dull and miserable. Poor, poor thing. I'll rub it down for a couple hours with a rag and some polishing compound soon enough.
I intend to make this guitar something worthy of showing to a good number of people.