“…3, 4, Rock!”

Thanks to my good friend Bob Saporiti (blowing harp at right), not to mention my new friend Annie McCue, I found myself onstage last night at Neighbors, a cozy little club in West Nashville. Didn’t know any of the tunes, but we managed somehow. Four chords are four chords, after all. And three is even better. Of course, these pickers can make one chord sound like a symphony orchestra. When the beers are flowing, the crowd’s roaring and the music’s rockin,’ life here in Nashville is good; very good, indeed.

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