Decades of daydreams.

 

20 years have passed since I picked up a guitar for the first time and I finally have a little something to show for it.

 

Riffs come and go. Venues change. Distraction engulfs exuberance while ingenuity is left in the lurch. 

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Yet I sit here, listening to Jeff Beck's Truth for the umpteenth time and marvel at a love not lost. 

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Too many people make music that others will never hear. Notes lost to the fly on the wall.

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Here is my Reggie Jackson swing to leave it all out there, for my friends, my influences and myself.