“I’m staring at my own guitar as I write this. It’s still untouched. Even now, some kind of weight holds me down.”
My Guitarless Year
“I’m staring at my own guitar as I write this. It’s still untouched. Even now, some kind of weight holds me down.”
“I’m staring at my own guitar as I write this. It’s still untouched. Even now, some kind of weight holds me down.”
“I’m staring at my own guitar as I write this. It’s still untouched. Even now, some kind of weight holds me down.”