School is back, sort of, but getting there on time was never our strong suit, and now we're rusty. We live close enough to walk, but some mornings when I come into the room and throw back the curtains to wake the Dauphin, he makes a hissing noise,...

So the plan was simple. I was going to show up live yesterday, spend a little time talking about finding chords up the neck, take a few questions about the membership, then exit stage left, escorted by the angels of Brevity and Taste.

And all...

Somewhere in a box in the garage, there's a photo of me and Gatemouth Brown posing with his trademark Gibson Firebird, the one with the hand-tooled leather pickguard. Despite the fact that I was a huge Gatemouth Brown fan, I can't say it was one...

A couple years ago my friend Billy had me fill in for the day, teaching his classes at Texas State University. Billy, who built the studio I currently work from, is a genuine Renaissance man, minus the hose and doublet. He was flying out that day...

Here is a curiosity,
For those who are, at least in theory
Recompensed, for putting hand
To task, and making, on demand

The thing, the message, art or object,
Statement, or ongoing project:
What to do, when one of the
Above is calling, and you...

I was collaring a few breakfast burritos for the troops the other morning when I got the old "so how's your day going so far?" from the well-meaning person ringing me up from a socially distant and be-masked six feet away. These interactions go...

This week's Letter is brought to you by the Modern Jazz Quartet, another entity I have always loved but never thought to seek out further recordings of until now. The best thing about last week's post was all the suggestions I got about other...