Matthew J. Taillon says:

Very cool , congratulations

Alexander Robins says:

It doesn’t get any better than blindfish

C. Christian Chandler says:

Strato-Caster

And no, I didn’t know you
when you were young and beautiful.
(we were all young and beautiful, once)
You were older and bent when we met.
But I was older too and wiser
from my bentness, by then.
We sang together
We strayed together
We howled together
We played together

And yes, I sat in a darkened room
with a handful of friends.
And you gave us each, our influenced name.
You named me Remembrance.
I will never forget it.

I remember those long-shadowed afternoons,
Waiting for the sun to disappear
And the light to turn on.
I remember the shifting of shadows
As you pointed out the discrepancies
Of the lies and hypocrisies.
I remember the fitting between moments
Of drunken old men and their wet-nursed Buds
and the mountains of cigarette stubs.
I remember the anger and the drama and the suspense
Of the one and only outside/inside live gig
We performed.
We ROCKED, we rolled, and you bled.
All over that new guitar.

But, never again.
Those days are long gone now.
Torn down, dismantled, loaded on the train headed southbound.
Leaving behind piles of dirty sawdust and hay and elephant shit…
and a small, faint, dirty copper stain on the white pickguard
of my Fender Stratocaster. October 4, 2017