It seems a long time since I lived down the long road and through the woods in the house where I grew up. And every morning I woke up to the sunrise over the Illinois River. Then I turned sixteen and found out the sun rises nearly as beautiful riding the early morning train as the glow lights up Lake Michigan. I discovered what it meant to play guitar and sing and write, and perhaps played and sang too often and too loud for my aunt and uncle who I lived with at the time.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!