How many of us are lucky enough to meet our idols, our childhood idols to be specific, let alone know them all our lives and/or get to really communicate with them on their level as an equal?  Not many.  Not many of us is the answer.  I suppose it comes down to who we idolize, accessibility and just a ton of other factors.  Me?  I’m one of the lucky ones. My idols were always close at hand. Meeting them?  No problem. Were they...

I live in Nashville.  Nashville has a music scene.  These things should not come as a real surprise.  What you may not know (and shame on you if you don’t, as I have lovingly blogged about these folks before) is that Nashville also has itself a rather popular blog which goes by the name of “HOW DARE YOU WRITE ABOUT BANDS YOU LIKE, MOTHERFUCKER?!!!” No.  I’m sorry.  It’s actually called “STOP...

To hear some people tell it, there is no greater band than Radiohead.  Honey soaked, aural orgasms accompany every note.  Thom Yorke’s voice is like a million baby angel-puppies’ laughter.  The lyrics could only be reproduced by Plato on acid–this being a good thing.  Their work is akin to the old gods blasting forth magical torrents of primal awesomeness to breathe life into… Yeah, I don’t buy it...

www.justinguitar.com What a great site!  I picked up several great strength/agility builders from this cat. Justin Sandercoe is his name and he has really done a fantastic job on his site.  The beautiful part is that the brother kept his lessons free.  Now he’s built a bit of an adoring empire that worship his every lesson. Hail Sandercoe! This being said, he does accept donations–sites can’t run for free, ya know? ...

When I put down the bottle, I realized there was a guitar in my hands and it had never left the whole time.  I was just fooling myself–I’d never be able to do anything but music; and more importantly, to try anything else was killing me.