Travels with Angel – My Journey to the Voyage Air
By Rev.Nettie M. Spiwack

Jim Wolcott asked me to write a few words about my experiences with my Voyage Air, that little marvel of which I was an early adopter.

For a musician, every instrument has its unique place in your history.

One night in 2001 I had a dream about a guitar. As I came awake, the verses of Jerry Jeff Walker’s “Old Beat Up Guitar” were in my mind:

She traveled with me always, through the alleys and the bars

The songs I sang and the friends I knew were a part of that guitar…

Jerry Jeff called his guitar “Angel.” Finding, losing and then finding her again in his travels features prominently in that song he recorded in 1972, and which I hadn’t thought of in a few decades.

Then one night in New Mexico, I stumbled into a bar

And there lay Angel smiling at me on that old beat up guitar.

The dream was a message. I was about to go out to play music for a retreat in California, and I knew it was time to go find my angel.

I had played many guitars in my life by that time, but in truth, not one of them had I selected and bought myself.

I started playing folk guitar early, in a wonderful setting that was right out of a cliché. I was nine years old; it was summer at Camp Johnny Appleseed where my mother was working that year in the camp office. With mom’s brown Favilla nylon-string guitar—bought in aspiration of her learning to play it, as my parents were part of the Hootenanny generation—I attended a group class, sitting on a porch in the Catskills and learned Woody Guthrie’s “Rambling Boy” with three whole chords in the key of A.

Mom’s brown Favilla became my guitar, the one I toted around in its cracked chipboard case—a glorified cardboard box, really—to group and then private lessons. Carrying my guitar didn’t represent too many difficulties because first of all, I was young, both the guitar and the case were light, no airplanes were involved, and no one around me then knew anything about humidity control, or if it was wise to take a guitar in a cardboard box on the NYC subways in winter. Soon, renditions of Go Tell Aunt Rhody gave way to the music of the Beatles and James Taylor and Crosby Stills & Nash.

By my years at the High School of Music & Art, I graduated to dad’s huge Epiphone grand concert. That guitar remains one of the biggest I’ve ever seen to this day. (Quantity, however, should never be confused with quality). Dad really never learned to play more than “You Are My Sunshine,” and turning his guitar over to me caused him no pain. It too, had a chipboard case, was a lot heavier to lug around, and I can still feel the indentation in my hand from the metal rings on the side of the plastic handle.

In the height of the folksinger/songwriter era, numerous other guitars had joined the family as my siblings and I played: my brother’s Guild 12-string, his Gretsch electric, my sister’s La Madrilena classical guitar, and a ¾ version of the same which my mother was determined to, this time, learn to play. (She didn’t.) There was always something to play and often someone playing it. I spent most of those years working out Joni Mitchell’s repertoire and figuring out an occasional open tuning for playing her songs.

I married a man with a Martin D-28, the gold standard of a serious player at the time. (I married up!)  He was trying to make it as a performer when we met, though that dream eventually got put aside, and both of us stopped playing for a long stretch. When years later, we parted, he was kind enough to let me keep his Martin on extended loan, for by that time I was starting my career in spiritual music, and guitar was once again front and center in my life.

The D-28 had its legendary sound, not to mention cache, but it had some drawbacks. First, it had tough action, and my hands had a touch of arthritis, which made bar chords on the very rounded neck painful to hold. And then, there was the case. This guitar had the heavy hardshell case with weighty gravitas to match its content. The problem was, I was now in my 40’s and lugging it around to gatherings near and far, and worse, through long airport corridors and onto planes, got harder and harder. Not to mention that my ex was not enthused about my traveling with it.

After that Jerry Jeff dream, I knew it was time to return the Martin to her rightful owner and to go find my own Angel to travel with me.

That Angel was the Larrivee Mahogany Orchestra Model, which fit me and my hands to a “t”; which I loved and which I lugged with its big heavy hard case through airports, across the USA, and even through India. Angel was joined by a Taylor 12-string, whose case is so heavy that she’s rarely left my living room.

But as Angel and I made our way around over the next eight years I noticed that I wasn’t getting any younger, there’s never a roadie when you need one, the airport corridors got longer, and the airplanes fuller and fuller.

I needed another Angel. One I could travel with but that could still produce worthy sound. I was heading back to Brazil, to a retreat and healing center where I often end up leading music for hundreds of people.

I scoured music stores and the internet for travel guitars. It seemed that not much had changed in the years since I’d last looked. The choices were some sticks with strings, or perhaps a parlor-sized guitar. I had just about settled on a Baby Taylor, when I did one last search. And up popped the aptly named website, TakeYourGuitar.com.  When I saw the Voyage-Air’s folding neck, I thought: it’s too good to be true!  Then I thought, it’s like rolling luggage. Once it was invented, you can’t imagine that no one had figured that one out before.

But how could I buy a guitar off of a website, never having played it or heard it?

Jim Wolcott patiently answered my many questions with great enthusiasm. His passion for the Voyage Air persuaded me. My family and friends got together and gifted one of the Songwriter series to me for my birthday.

Welcome to the era of Angel II.

I was happily surprised by everything about the guitar…how good it sounded, how easy the action was, how well my hands could manage the (mercifully flatter) neck. And how light it was! Truth be told, I have many purses and totes that are far heavier!

Since 2009, this Voyage Air guitar has traveled twice to India, several times to Brazil, and on countless trips around the USA. It’s been on every type of airplane, and by zipping off the computer case, I even managed to squeeze it under the seat on a small flight from Madurai to Bangalore when it looked like I might have to check it.

My Voyage Air never fails to cause a stir. It’s still not widely known, and I’ve even had flight attendants ask me to open it so they could see it!

This summer in Brazil, a classical guitarist almost fell over himself when he saw me fold the neck down. He held it mesmerized, smiling, unable to believe the sound and the engineering.

My Larrivee, Angel I, now holds court in my house and steps out once in a while for local gigs. She’s enjoying her retirement, and truth be told, sometimes I look at her wistfully when I’m going on the road, thinking maybe this time I’ll take her. But Angel II always wins out.

Now she travels with me always, through the alleys and the bars

And the friends I make and the songs I write are a part of that guitar…

Well, being a minister and all, I’m neither in alleys nor bars. But the spirit of my Angel is the same to me as Jerry Jeff’s was to him, which he captured so beautifully in that song.

Jim and I talk about my upgrading, and maybe at some point I’ll welcome Angel III. Till then, if you see me at an airport with my Voyage Air, wave hi!

Rev. Nettie M. Spiwack
Interfaith Minister
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“That Old Beat Up Guitar” by Jerry Jeff Walker, from Jerry Jeff Walker, MCA-37004 1972.

His good friend and part of the Voyage Air family, Barney Leeson, knew that it would be the best gift for Charles to take to battle. When later asked about his daily life in Afghanistan, here’s a few of the things that he had to say:

“I wanted to personally thank you for taking my story into interest and supporting my passion for playing music while I am overseas. I truly love my VAG and it has traveled to many places all over my AO (Area of Operation).

Wherever I go I always take my guitar to play for the soldiers of Devil Company in Tangi, Apache Company in Jaghato, and Creek Company in Carwile.  My fellow soldiers were shocked and amazed at the guitar! They are especially excited to get to play one too.

Thank god I can get some stress out!  The guitar has truly been the greatest form of meditation for me to deal with all the frustrations of war. The music has definitely created a mutual feeling of joy and respect despite some serious cultural and language barriers. I even teach soldiers my jedi secrets of guitar playing when they approach me and ask.  I have given a few lessons to our Command Sergeant Major, who is the head honcho for enlisted soldiers. The guitar has definitely given me much leeway when it comes to courtesies among the HIGH HIGHER soldiers commanding everything.  They always approach me with a smile and usually skip past formalities and talk to me like a normal human being, which is outrageous for a lower enlisted soldier!

The joy of music continues to thrive throughout Afghanistan as long as I have a breath in my body and my Voyage Air at my side!  It lifts the spirits of us all and has been my weapon of choice since it arrived here!  Thank you so much for all of the support and I will continue to spread the word of VAG to the citizens of Afghanistan!

Thank you for everything you do back home to spread the joy of music!
Very Respectfully,
Charles Norby

FECC, HHC, 2nd Battalion 4th Infantry Regiment, 4th Brigade, 10th Mountain Division

Well, Charles, THANK YOU very much for protecting our freedom, first and foremost. It’s the greatest reward for our company to hear from people like you! You will be in our thoughts and prayers and we look forward to a second interview when you return!