“I’m with the band,” I tell the woman at the front desk. “I’m a musician,” I whisper, unsure of myself. She doesn’t question me, just smiles and buzzes me in. I guess the guitar case in my hand is all the proof she needs, but I’m not completely convinced. At what point does one earn... Continue Reading →
A Man and A Guitar – X3
I love the sound of just a man and a guitar. In fact, I'd pick an acoustic show in a small venue over seeing just about any band in a stadium. Some might think this is a sign of aging or mellowing out. Or perhaps it's fact with the fact that my ears suffered irreparable... Continue Reading →