I almost wrote a song the other night. "Whiskey and Bitters" I think it's called. It's a waltz and it was inspired by playing Mark's guitar, a beautiful Taylor. (Mark is our bus driver who is an accomplished country musician as well.) So soft and rich, it's a steel string but almost has…
Read MoreIt was a cool afternoon last August, I was walking my dog Samba, and the phone rings, and it's a 215 number. Can it be? It is, G. Love calling me up from the East Coast. Cape Cod in fact, he's driving out to his folks place, and making his calls.
We had spoken about a year ago at Chris…
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