Sometimes we were caretakers on a interminable marathon. Then one day it ended.
We echo now, the lives of our loved ones.
It’s good there’s guitars, or I would have exploded.
And that makes a mess. Ick
Within this Coen Bros. epic, is a poignant scene where driving through the night, Llewyn gazes down an exit to the town where perhaps his son might be living, which he doesn’t take.
Coen Bros perfectly captured my back pages, during the Great Folk Scare of the sixties, though I was in Boston...
The only guitar I ever thought frigid was an ES-347 I had.
I’m a Tele guy. I like ‘em crude and trashy (like me).
Went through a PRS phase a few years ago and felt like they were neither fish nor foul. They try to be a do-it-all guitar: Fendery and Gibson sounding at the same time, which left...
I’d leave it.
Makes it unique.
If you ever lose yours in a big pile of others it’ll be easier to find.
In my experience, you’ll never hear a difference.
In fact, when you’re my age, everything sounds equal.