Musings

Hallucigenia

I stood next to the GraniTightβ„’-topped island in my kitchen, procrastinating over a cup of coffee by considering the spurious nature...

…in the beginning

35 years… The first guitar I ever picked up belonged to my father. I can’t remember for certain, but I don’t think he even knew how to play a single chord on it, tune it, [...]

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