I Wish My Dad Was Here

It’s always a song. It’s always when I hear something that connects somehow to another song we share. Or a memory. Or a moment. It’s always a song that makes me weep. When I rush to tell him. To make him hear. To extend just a little the borders of our shared...

It Started with the Virginia Waltz

Had a great in-person lesson on Tuesday and so yesterday, head full of ideas, had to break my instrument out to see what I could do. My big questions at my lesson were about fitting triplets and sixteenth notes into regular alternate picking. We came up with for or...