At the age of 16 I got my first guitar. I was living in a cabin in a small town with my father and working across the street for a husband, wife and a 90 year old preacher woman from the midwest. They were jewelers, and I was their perpetually stoned and confused teenage apprentice. Sure enough they dragged me off to my first bluegrass jam. This particular meeting had been happening for over 30 years in the same house. The next youngest person to me was in her mid 40's. Man could those people jam, blew my mind. Marilyn's (the wife) brother bobby had been playing guitar for… read more
At the age of 16 I got my first guitar. I was living in a cabin in a small town with my father and working across the street for a husband, wife and a 90 year old preacher woman from the midwest. They were jewelers, and I was their perpetually stoned and confused teenage apprentice. Sure enou… read more
At the age of 16 I got my first guitar. I was living in a cabin in a small town with my father and working across the street for a husband, wife and a 90 year old preacher woman from the midwest. They were jewelers, and I was their perpetually stoned and confused teenage apprentice. Sure enough they dragged me off to my first bluegrass jam. This particular meetin… read more