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I remember as an eight-year-old driving with my mom in our Oldsmobile to drum lessons about a half hour away from home. After a few months, minimal progress and a lot of boredom, that ended. But soon after, I rescued my father’s Kay acoustic from next to the radiator, and taught myself a few chords. I’ve been strumming ever since.
Whether playing out with a few bands or doing the tortured-acoustic-balladeer thing, I’m always up for converting the music in my head to actual noise. Having the opportunity to play with June was exactly what I needed when I needed it. We both have a love of harmony and recognize that a good song is just flat out a good song, regardless of who made it or when.
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