A Brush With Fame, Once Removed

When I was a kid, I trashed the first guitar I owned myself. It was an old, cheap guitar that didn’t stand up to the abuse I, a young learner, put it through. My mother, on a Nashville trip, was kind enough to go by a music store on an afternoon off and find a suitable replacement. She was assisted by a older gentleman that, she later learned, was a guitar legend.

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