The Guitar That Came Back
I’ve already told part of this story. When this Taylor first crossed my path, I wrote about the pull of Hawaiian koa,
I’ve already told part of this story. When this Taylor first crossed my path, I wrote about the pull of Hawaiian koa,
There are some guitars you buy with your head, and some that haunt you from the moment you walk away. My Taylor
Thanksgiving week, I had hoped to include a band jam before the holiday chaos kicked in. Just a couple of hours of
Before I get into this story, I should say this: This post is a continuation of something I wrote earlier in “Strings
The Basement Band (1997-1998) Let’s get in the Way-Back Mobile and go back to maybe 1997 or ’98. I was home from
There’s this strange cycle I’ve noticed in my life as a guitarist: I seem to sell every acoustic guitar I ever buy.
Having four daughters means my life is basically running band auditions for teenage boys. Every time a new one shows up, it’s
Last weekend was supposed to be the one. A glorious return to the home studio, a full-on jam session where three guys
There are moments in life that carve themselves so deeply into memory they never leave. For Jeff and his at the time
The Night I First Heard Adam Evil and the Outside Royalty Some nights stick with you, etched into memory, not because of