They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but a thousand words can paint a picture and give it life.
—Anton Gerard Carvalho
Kyle and Full Armor will be performing at the CenterPoint Music Festival in Barneveld NY, near Utica, on August 9th.
So how genial is Brian May? Check out this awesome guitar solo from 1986 on Queen’s “Magic Tour” at Wembley Stadium in London. This is one of the earliest (and best) uses of the delay effect.
Any person who can build his own guitar and have it be able to play has a lot of respect in my book. But if you play it as brilliantly and genially as Brian May from Queen, you have my unconditional admiration.
"Why don’t you kick yourself out? You’re an immigrant too."
Help two of my biggest musical idols make an album together.
Ironically, I’m reading this while I should be getting ready for my show tonight.
Had an amazing time seeing James Taylor in concert last night. This is the music I grew up to, thanks in no small part to my parents who came of age to James Taylor’s music.
“All it takes is one small opening
and one small opportunity.
Just underneath the straw in my cell I found a hatch door.
My means of escape was always available to me.
I just hadn’t seen it yet.
My captors are busy playing their games, planning their next move,
unaware that I have found my means of escape and made mine!
I must make a plan. But I have no idea how to implement it.
All I know is that I must escape.
But I need to be clear how. And when.
I felt like a slave for years. Like I said, I tried to ignore the fact.
Then I tried to change the circumstances.
Finally I had to admit I was enslaved. I had to liberate myself.
But I still needed to know exactly when.
I asked for perfect clarity on when I was to make my decision
and I would act on it immediately.
So many things had to be aligned. Like colossal planets.
Everything had to be perfectly in line. And I knew exactly what had to be in line.
Then one day it happened. I knew just as clear as I ever knew anything.
It was time! Immediately. I was done! Done with my slavery.
No time to hesitate. Like the exodus, hastily at night carrying nothing.
So I took a deep breath.
I lifted the hatch door.
And I slipped away.
I stole away as suddenly as a light goes out.
I slipped out of bondage like I slip out of my clothes.
Then I was gone. Never to return.