Truth be told, I'm hesitant to pen these thoughts but I suspect the words will be less suspect the fresher they are. It was two nights ago as I was returning home from a gig where the volume was so loud that my voice cracked and could only handle old motown rhythm and blues harmonies a la Smokey Robinson. Of course I not only flatter myself but I don't do justice to the strange looks I received from most of the patrons at Porker Laureate BarBQ Bar and Reading Room out on the I-56. My voice was a wreck. I squeaked out my goodbuys after breaking down my rig and packing it up. These were my weapons of choice for the evening.
A G&L SC-2 Tribute and a Gibson Nighthawk
A G&L SC-2 Tribute and a Gibson Nighthawk
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