My Nephew Smashed My 8000 Dollar Gibson Guitar And My Family Expected Me To Forgive Him

been in more than forty recording sessions in Nashville, in studios with better security than my own apartment, on songs that had paid my rent and bought my truck tires and kept me afloat during the slow months when session work dried up entirely. It was not just a guitar. It was the first genuinely beautiful thing I had ever bought with money I earned continue reading …