I remembered Drew from the 1960s, stoned on hashish or LSD, babbling Marx or Marcuse, whanging away on a red guitar. We lost contact during the ’70s, even though I’d occasionally see him, dressed in bright rags, riding up and down Tejon Street on a bike, a faraway look in his eyes. Early one morning […]
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Just a few months after starting to play the guitar, I read a line in an article saying something like, “the Gibson Les Paul is a rite of passage for guitar players.” I also remember hearing the old saw, “the Les Paul and Stratocaster need no improvement as they’re the pinnacle of electric guitar design.” But
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