I am a simple guitar player.
Another guitar player? Yes. Another bottle-dodging, ex-rock'n'roller? Yes. Many years of stage and studio have taught me to grow old gracefully. What you hear is the "glorious results of a misspent youth". Or, better yet, the absolute results of a mid-life crisis. Cut my hair? Turn the Marshall off? Learn to PLAY my Taylor? OK. The results haven't been all that bad my friends. Taking the useful from several years of Classical training (and ignoring the parts they say I couldn't do - theoretically, anyway), I invite you to hear what 27 years of playing have yielded. Please feel free to add your comments, keeping the negative to a maximum of NC-17 language (big please). However, if what you hear is THAT offensive, and the need for stronger language is needed, I suggest a phone call to the nearest counseling center. I remind you, again, that I am but a simple guitar player.