About 150 years ago when I was a callow and dissolute youth I used to sit in the front row of pub folk-clubs – on the floor most of the time, Newcastle Brown in one hand and Gauloises in the other – trying to figure out how this fellow does what he does with a guitar. I’m still trying.
Here’s another one from the time when he had hair:
David, what a treat you have given us!! I’ve never heard him before. What a light, gentle touch he has. He just flits over those strings.
You may be 150 years old, still sit on the floor after too many whatevers, but you do play a wicked tune yourself!
Thanks again for giving me a new guitar name.