Made in part from a wooly bear, and part from the grasses on which it was hanging. today’s guitar reflects my mood.
9/11 for 12 years now has thrown me into a state of introspection where I want to be in the open, yet indiscernible – camouflaged against dangers I cannot see. But at the same time, I do not live in fear – I have had to put that behind me. I want to cross the road with my obscure, personal missions, bothering no one, a part of this universe as much as the next person. I feel like I owe it to the souls who departed this earth that day to live free, and to live happy – and to live with out malice as malice makes the other objectives impossible. Still, the blue of that sky and the sweetness of that morning is etched in me and I think about what happened. I remember.