Baby

This is one of only a few guitars that weren’t stolen in the last couple of years. She’s probably birthed more then eighty percent of the songs I’ve written over the past thirty-five years. I suppose ‘Baby’ and I are a bit attached having been on many road trips together. I’m not sure why it was today that I chose to recognize her, but during a writing break I saw her resting there and our history became clear. She’s definitely not the most expensive guitar I’ve ever bought, but there are some things you can’t put a price on.

Pray on,
Eddy