I’m sitting here strumming away. The vibrations echoing out into the world. I add some voice with words. This is what I do. It’s not who I am. And, it doesn’t amount to a hill of beans. But, I do it ‘cause I’ve been doing it a long time. Sometimes...

Sometimes I just can't find it. I’ve been doing this a long, long time, but there are times when I just can’t make music. It just won’t come to me. I’m all blocked up, nothing flows. My fingers stumble around the fretboard and my timing is all...

I just put my guitar down. Been playing since before the sun came up. This happens from time to time. A strong urge to play, like I need it to survive. I can’t figure out where it comes from, this force. When it happens, I sorta lose the sense of...

So I’m sitting a restaurant in a town I was hanging out in about fifteen years ago and I’m having my usual cheeseburger, fries and a coke. The waitress, about my age with a kind face, we don’t talk much. She asks me why I’m always eating a...

I agree when people say money is the root of all evil. Greed, who needs it? But, you probably won’t believe this but I’ve got a nice stack of cash in a bank and I’ve hardly touched over the years. I get by on very little, always have. Clothes on my...

Shut up, will ya’? I’m talking to my guitar again. Dude is always wanting me to play. I did my time, ya know? 45 years earns me the right to play when I want to play and this morning, I just want a nice up of joe and to listen to the surf. Chair’s...