When the teasing and laughter would eventually die down, the inevitable question would arise: “Jeff, what DO you want to be when you grow up?”

I reach an old house; countless guitars on the veranda near the entrance assure me that my struggle has paid off.

It’s something you can do all by yourself that doesn’t involve a TV, game system, laptop, or iPad.

It was either I got up and got dressed and went out and bought that battery right that second, or I might as well kiss my guitar playing goodbye.

His father had grand ambitions for his son, much like Leopold Mozart did for his. Paco was on the radio at age 11. He toured America at age 15.

There’s something utterly captivating about this infamous instrument — it represents freedom, peace, and whole other level of cool; other instruments simply can’t compare.

Picking up a guitar is the best thing I’ve ever done and my most difficult experience bore my commitment to it. Because of it I’ve forgotten how to be despondent. I’ve learned to value myself and understand that my appraisal is the only important one.

Dave Grohl was wasted, first of all and still managed to be one of the most engaging showmen I’ve ever seen.

Is that weird? I feel like your ex has all the information I need, all the spoilers, everything that would save me grief and time and pain.

I’m not sure exactly when I first heard a musician from some far-flung spot on the globe described as the “Jimi Hendrix of [insert place name here].”