|  |  |  |  |  |  | | | | | | Bio of the Artist | | Guitars and people with song in them came and went. Nothing ever remained the same. Guitars were traded or sold, and then traded or sold back, lost, found, return, left un-returned, lost again. The strata of my musical years hold many fossils. Some dinosaur memories of ghosts sitting around some mics working whatever talent they could afford beyond beer skills. Blue's carried the theme most evenings, and when it couldn't-smoke filled in. Personally, I wasn't born with musical talent. My talent came in the form of will. I just simply played and played, sang and sang some more. That's what I still do. The beats that I play with could very well be the beats that my heart knows. I feel it. Every chord. | | |
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