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

feel, the new tone, the new resistance under my fingers. It was not my Gibson. It never would be. But it was mine. I started learning a new instrumental I’d been writing, called Underwater. The Martin handled it differently, requiring different technique, different dynamics. Some things simply cannot be replaced. You just learn to play something new continue reading …