You Get To A Certain Age Where

Who I Am As A Guitarist Is Defined By My Failure To Become Jimi Hendrix.

May This Be The Year That Things Go Your Way Most Of The Time, And When They Don't, May You Have Great Friends To Lean On.

When Autumn Comes, It Doesn't Ask. It Just Walks In, Where It Left You Last. And You Never Know, When It Starts; Until There's Fog Inside The Glass Around Your Summer Heart.

The Outcome Of A Still Veracitless Life. Am I Livin' It Right?

Everybody Is Just A Stranger, But That's The Danger In Going My Own Way.