Here’s my beloved Mukilteo Peat. I was insane to be up on the pony and out of control with that sweet old National, but all’s well that ends well….
Tiny violin shop inside of a human-sized violin. And all the little ones are playable!
Just added a feather to the last Sgt. Pepper hat! Next task—transcribing 32 more of our favorite songs, words, and chords, and formatting all of them so we can all sing along two weeks from yesterday…
The following sonnet was a gift from Zeke, rediscovered in the walls of our kitchen as it was demolished. We’re finally starting back up on our remodeling. Three exterior walls and two interior ones framed. Roof has new, strong rafters. This sonnet makes my eyes leak… Thanks Zeke!Continue reading “Sonnet For a Well-Loved Home”
Here I am in 1969, playing a Twangoleum, and here is its story.
Unfortunately, despite its fine tone, when you play up the neck as far as this photo, you bash the unpadded back of your hand on that alligator tail and it hurts. Both Andy Cohen Blues Player and Rick Ruskin played with a wrapped thumb so they could get around it well. The tone is as clear and precise as a jazz guitar. It really enunciates. You can hear every note.