This is the dartboard at my grandad’s house . All of these holes are mine or logan’s or my grandad’s. To me it is worth a bajillion dollars.
by Ralph Rinzler (who ‘discovered’ Doc playing electric guitar in a dance band and talked him into playing acoustic guitar and recording some of the folk songs he knew.) “At… Read More →
It takes a whole different level of “preparation” for us to get a record done these days. Last night as we were packing up a cardboard box full of quilts/pillows/bottles/ipods,… Read More →