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...

I was thinking about the fact that I repair guitars. People told me I shouldn’t, well what they meant was couldn't, do this. I would just smile politely. While on the inside, I reminded myself that we, humans, are here to learn. And, I can learn...

Who are you? I love this question. Ever ask yourself it? The answer is simple. And very deep. Yet simple. It is a story. A story that can be aligned with truth or not. Humans tell stories. The story, itself, matters. Your story matters. Some...

At times, I can see what others see. And, I’m often saddened by it. The pain they feel is the prism that skews beauty to ugly. Of course, this is not their fault. We humans, most of us anyway, don’t often see the truth that beauty is in everything....

I’ve been asked “Can It Be Done?” a billion times in one way or the other. My answer has always been a resounding Yes! Even if I wasn’t sure it was true. Have I “Done” everything I’ve tried? Yes, simply by trying it was done. Did the outcome...

I was walking on the beach with a friend that I’ve known for most of my life. We met when we were five years old. She asked me an interesting question. “You’ve known this for your entire life, right?” “Known what?” I asked back. “That we are more...

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 shot....

I’m wood and metal. That’s it. But even I know that Everyone is Welcome! You think me or Johnny care who hears us? We don’t care. That’s because the sounds we make head into the world to land upon whatever ears resonate with them. We don’t have...

Sometimes some of you humans radiate it! I can feel it even from outside my front door. It sparkles through me and the whole place is changed. LOVE! I’m often wondering why this feeling only comes to me sometimes. The beauty, grace and inspiration...

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...

I feel blessed. I found what plays my heart strings when I was a teenager and I picked up a guitar. Alone, I would practice and I felt it, this sense of who I am. It got me through all the learning and the fear I would never be any good. It got me...

I lived what many might call a tough life. My family was dysfunctional . My parents worked so hard just for us to live poor. They also blamed my siblings and I for the hardship. I barely got through high school and not without being in constant...