the best of the best
sitting on the deck with a cup of coffee, a labradoodle, and a ukulele.
Oh, that my words were recorded, that they were written on a scroll, that they were inscribed with an iron tool on lead, or engraved in rock forever! I know that my redeemer lives, and that in the end he will… Read More ›
I am looking forward to giving voice to my gratitude for the gift of life and the joy of music through this mandolin.
t’s the intimacy, the accessibility, the closeness to the kind of greatness most people only experience via a recording
Saturday, Rebekah and I drove over to Durham for the traveling Broadway production of Miss Saigon.
If you have a guitar that needs a little help, then Hans is your man. But if your own song is even a little bit out of tune, then your man is Jesus…