Years from now, after I'm gone, someone will listen to what I've done and know I was here. They may not know or care who I was, but they'll hear my guitars speaking for me.
If I could see you just one time Oh, how it'd ease my troubled mind If I could hold you just one time And then pretend that you're still mine Oh, how I miss you so Oh I need you so...
my life is in these guitars they're the biggest part of my life and as long as I've been playing I've always played a Maton In the original MS500 I wore the frets out after...