…in a different medium, tearing across waves of notes, sometimes floating, coaxing, bending, or dead-on hitting something pure; blending what could be chaos into melody. “Any time I’m playing my guitar,” he says, “I’m happy.”
A little intense looking? Maybe; and this isn’t even the expression he has when he’s holding that one insane and high note just a moment longer.
Different sort of surfing.
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