Thanks buddy..

Back in the late 70's and early 80's,It was more or less routine for me to get together with my good friend Mark on the weekends,and pick guitars.
Along with family and friends,we'd gather in the back yard,drink great quantities of Jack Daniels,snort cocaine till it dripped out of our noses,and toss chords and pickin' runs about as if we knew exactly what we were doing.
In truth,we weren't half bad.
Over time,he and I put together a nice little repertoire of acoustics.
The Doobie brothers.
Cat Stevens.
The Beatles...You know,all that mellow C,D,and G stuff that spoke to most twenty-somethings at the time.
Eventually,we could anticipate each other's next change,and elaborate with our own interpretation..It was indescribably satisfying!

By an amazing coincidence,it sounded absolutely nothing like this...



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