2019 - Move to Cádiz, Split-Kings, David Hollestelle

The new, small workshop in the Calle Medellin

When you move into the premises of a former nail studio, you first have a strange feeling. But with a fresh coat of paint and furnished rooms everything gets its own identity. Shortly after, a band saw and a belt sander were added, as well as about 20 guitars and basses from my old workshop.

Unfortunately, I had gotten some stuff out of my old workshop when I attached a semi-circular IKEA folding table. A sudden feeling, as if someone is pushing a ballpoint pen into my fifth lumbar vertebra. I could hardly bend down after that and at first I assumed that it was a lumbago. First acupuncture, then chiropractor. I could only endure the cab rides lying down (in the back seat) because sitting upright increased the pain considerably. And the only thing that helped in the end were lots of painkillers, ibuprofen and paracetamol.

I thought that this would go away at some point and continued to pack things in my old workshop for the move to Cádiz. Oh, and then Fred Garcia came along, our former French distributor, who had sold his company shortly before and retired. He helped me a lot. Fred is a real friend!

Unfortunately the situation with the alleged lumbago got worse and worse. The three classics were the result: hospital, MRI, herniated disc, so they gave me a few days' treatment, injections and a painkiller called Tramadol, which is probably an opium derivative.


During NAMM I was not well at all, constant dizzy spells, once I almost passed out, fucking Tramadol.

Apart from that we had produced some pink guitars for fundraisers etc. in the matter of "Fighting Breast Cancer". And I, the truffle pig, on a trip to Fullerton had discovered a fabulous Japanese guy: SUSHI POINT. This place looked pretty shabby from the outside, but I was hungry and there was nothing else. And surprise: The chef celebrated extremely creative rolls and various raw fish of the very best quality. We all went there several times.

Back in Madrid

Back from the NAMM, the first move was also due. I had hired a professional company. The organizer of this company had inspected everything and had estimated two huge trucks for the transport. The first one was to bring one half of the inventory of my Madrid workshop to Cádiz, then a few days later the second one. My physical condition deteriorated more and more, I had to shout in pain several times. It's really a bad thing when the disc at the 5th vertebra presses on the sciatic nerve. The pain goes down your right leg from your ass to your foot. In addition, there is always a somewhat numb feeling in the toes, and that also in the left foot.

There he came, early in the morning, the first truck. Because of my bad condition I limited myself to conducting: This one comes with me, yes, this one better with the second truck. The boys were really crawling, especially with the pin router.

Madrid – Cádiz and back

We had reserved two tickets for the train to Cádiz. A good four hours for this trip. The trains in Spain are always punctual to the minute. The Deutsche Bundesbahn should take an example from this!
Paloma had a bad flu and was unable to get on the train with me. But that was my luck. I had two seats and I could -

 even if awkward - lay down with your legs tightened. From time to time I had to moan anyway, although the fellow travelers were very sympathetic proved. The Spanish are simply a nice people.

Arrived in Cádiz, I lay down on the back seat of the cab and dragged myself the few meters from Plaza Antonio to the reserved apartment in Calle Ancha. At night it got so bad again with the pain that I had to yell again and call the emergency service at 4 am. They came quickly and drove me to the hospital, where they gave me a strong injection and other painkillers, so that I was back in the apartment at seven in the morning.

Two hours later, Cicero and Fernando, the truckers, reported that they were in the harbor and would now rent a van to repack the cargo. The crazy thing about Cádiz is that the alleys are so narrow that a truck cannot enter them. The first load was mostly stuff for my workshop and some stuff for the first floor. Another problem was that the floor was not finished yet, so everything had to be brought to my workshop. In fact, nothing was finished in this house that should have been finished. The only attractive thing was the façade, which was of no use at that moment. A chaos, a nightmare! Luckily, the first thing that was carried in was my deck chair, so that I could conduct again in a bearable position.

Fortunately, I was able to postpone the next moving date by one month because of the floors. After that I took another cab to the station, into the train, huddled in two seats. In Madrid I got off the train, walked 80 meters and had to lie down on the concrete floor for a few minutes. In Germany, they would certainly have regarded me as a bum diagonally. But here everything was fine.

Flutsch-Neck & Split-Kings

Slowly it became more bearable with the intervertebral disc, and I started to work on my new working title in my new Madrid workshop: "Flutsch-Neck". Complete nonsense that the neck must lie in a "pocket". With a precise milling and three screws you get the neck immovably fixed and can now let your fingers slide up to the last fret without any problems. And I finally had the design of the Split-King caps ready and the first samples. This should be an extremely variable guitar.

Here some Dive-Bombs with the JM-Tremolo.

Cádiz again

And now the second load. Fortunately, this time Cicero and Fernando had a fully dismountable load crane with them, which they mounted in the courtyard

But the chaos continued: The wooden floor on the second floor had not yet been painted, so everything that was supposed to go to the top had to stay on the second floor. But we could already put a little bit of something in its place.

Ronnie & Mike

How nice to see Ronnie with a Pink Pearl on TV, and on YouTube I discovered a video where Mike Campbell, who had been signed by Fleetwood Mac after Tom Petty's death, played a Rezobro.


What enchanting Madrid Chicas. Here Silvia, the girl on the right, with a pink Fullerton!


As I mentioned earlier, I had already developed a stopper for our tremola tremolo years ago. At that time it didn't make much sense because guitarists didn't tune the low E string down to D for certain songs. The other five strings of a guitar with tremolo are physically out of tune. Nowadays, however, tuning down is a popular practice. But of course these five strings should remain in tune. So I took my old system out of the garage of discarded inventions and developed it further. The principle of such stoppers is a push away zero point, in this case created by two adjacent surfaces which slip apart when tremoloing up. I had sent our Jörg Driesner a video showing the function. He added the hot idea that it would be even better if you could deactivate this stop. So I mounted it "twistable" and enabled the position in stop mode by a 2mm pin into which the stopper could be snapped.


On the right our Dooros guitarist Javi Pedreira, who was immediately totally enthusiastic about this construction.

Earing joy & burglary

Here above left Pablo Carbonell

Pablo is a very well known musician, singer and comedian in Spain and a very likeable person. He once wrote a song that he did not want to publish himself. So he got Raimundo Amador to record it, and in the end it was a great success for both of them. The refrain of this song was: Que gustito para mir orejas! In German: What joy for my ears! You can't imagine anything underneath it yet, but in the context of the lyrics it turns out that the singer's head, or rather his ears, are pressed between the thighs of a woman during the act of love. Oh how wonderful, these Spaniards!

There is another story about Pablo: He lived in Zahara de las Atunes, the house next door to Gran Wyoming, which Paloma and I were allowed to occupy during the renovation of our new home in Cadiz. One day, upon arrival, we noticed that something was wrong: pasta on the entrance stairs, the door unlocked, the big TV no longer in the living room. No signs of burglary but various things scattered on the floor. Strange. I opened the patio door, went out onto the lawn that lines the swimming pool, looked to the left on Pablo's terrace and discovered that the door glass had been smashed. I entered carefully and suddenly found myself in total chaos. Everything torn out of the drawers, scattered on the floor to the top floor. And leftovers of food on a table in the basement. The burglars were certainly not only here for a short time.

So we immediately called the Gardia Civil in Barbate (Atun y chocolate - (representing tuna and hashish), which arrived about an hour later. And of course I called Chechu (Wyoming) and told him that obviously someone had broken into his house. And at least the TV had been stolen. "Is the guitar still there?" was his first question. "None to be found in the house," I returned briefly. It was a not exactly cheap classical guitar, annoying. Chechu gave us Pablo's phone number, with the hint that he once gave him a spare key to his house.
So the burglars, as the Guardias concluded, must have entered Wyoming's house with this key, where they took both valuables. Furthermore, during our last stay, I had bought a solid lifting tool to repair a heavy room door, which was no longer in the basement. They must have used it to lift the TV out of the wall. Anyway, this hoist was now in Pablo's house, where it seems that they had used it to unlever other things. Pablo and Chechu, two very prominent Spaniards. So we had daily police visits for the next days. But neither guitar nor TV ever turned up again. And Pablo soon sold his house.

Costa del Sol

This area between Cádiz and Tarifa is simply fantastic!

And especially in summer Zahara des los Atunes has its special charm, but between the end of September and the end of April it becomes more of a ghost town. But then the "Almadraba" begins here: The fishermen use a traditional method to get the tunas out of the water, which at this time of the year come to the Mediterranean Sea to spawn. They do this with a sophisticated technique: the tuna are encircled with nets and several smaller boats and then hoisted on board. 85% of them are said to go immediately to Japanese ships, where the "Atun" is frozen and then auctioned at horrendous prices at the fish market in Tokyo. The act of killing is much more humane than e.g. with the Italians. The Spaniards only hit the animals on the head so that their blood remains in the body. The Italians let them bleed to death - red colored sea ...

Raw tuna in finest Almadraba quality can be enjoyed here in the "TRASTEO". The chef is extremely creative and also runs the restaurant "KULTO" in Madrid.

David Hollestelle (guitarrist for Herman Brood)

For about 35 years I've been carrying around a sense of guilt about something that happened to me with David. Through Carl Carlton I had found his email address and wrote him this message:

Dear David,

I am writing this mail to you in German, because I still remember that you speak German quite well.

First of all I hope that you are doing well. Especially because you had a heart surgery, as I heard. But the real reason why I am writing to you is different.

You will certainly remember "our story with the button". It is now about 35 years ago and remains, at least for me, a very embarrassing memory.

Probably there are events in everyone's life, experiences with other people, which have gone out embarrassingly and have dug themselves deeply into the memory. For me, this is "our story with the button" that won't let me go, because I'm sure I hurt you very much back then.

You probably remember, you had a gig in Hannover in the evening, at the Leine Domizil and at noon you were visiting our Rockinger company in the Hildesheimerstraße. At that time we had a collection of P-90 guitars and I also showed you the 59 Goldtop Les Paul of my partner Michael Zülsdorff. When you left, Michael claimed that the small cream-colored button of the toggle switch on his Les Paul had disappeared.

At that time he and I still understood each other well, so I had no real reason to doubt his words. I believed him. So I droveXins leash domicile and accused you of stealing this button: "Gimme the knob!

I remember you were close to tears. I think I apologized to you because there was only the possibility that one of them, you or Michael, was lying. It was only a little later that I realized that I was wrongly accusing you. The initiator, the liar was my business partner Michael Zülsdorf!

He was angry that I showed his "holy" guitar to a stranger (you) without asking him (Michael) first. Okay, maybe this is still understandable, but it is absolutely unforgivable that he didn't tell me the truth in the last moment before I went to the Leine Domizil.

And all the more embarrassing because you are a Gitano, a member of the ethnic group who is often said to be not so particular about the property of their fellow men.

This is how hurtful and highly embarrassing things happen in life, and I still blame myself today for accusing you in such a way back then. By the way, I was able to kick Zülsdorff out a few years later shortly before our Rockinger almost-bankruptcy because of constant lies, deceit and arguments. A friend of mine then continued Rockinger and I founded the new company Göldo Music and started to develop the Duesenberg guitars. For this purpose I have been living in Madrid for eleven years now and take care of new designs and technical developments here. One of my best friends here, Raimundo Amador - also Gitano - also plays some Duesenberg guitars, just to mention that.

In short: You have always been one of my favorite guitarists and I would therefore - and of course also considering "our history with the button" - very much like to give you a Duesenberg guitar as a present. Have a look at our website to see what you might like. I would be very happy about a phone call (or email)! +49-511-855226

Greetings from Madrid,

Dieter "Atze" G.

David was very happy and ordered a Johnny Depp unlimited shortly after. Yes, my peace of mind is restored.

technique ...

New studs for our 74mm wrap-around bridge. The top side of the bridge could be pressed tightly against the bottom side by screws from above. And a 1 key holder.


Oh, my "old" sitarizer brackets for Telecaster came back into the program.

A design for Paul Landers, the Rammstein-Guitarist.


To the company Christmas party in Hannover. Here in the middle Christian Neumann, head of a factory of technical springs. He always makes us all kinds of springs and otherwise works for companies like McLaren, Mercedes, Bentley and BMW.

And new at göldo:

And there was no corona virus yet ...