When I was a young man, I loved the guitar, self taught, 18, would play until my hands bled, then put bandages on my fingertips and play some more
This should have told me something, but it didn't.
I always played somewhat after that, but had to make room for career, family, church, money, so my music side took a back seat. My Martin was always there, it should have told me something then, but it didn't.
I'm now 56, smitten with a passion for bluegrass, guitar,… Continue