Boomerang Baby: My Prodigal Guitar

Collings 01 as she was upon return: dirty, cracked top, lifting bridge.

Collings 01 as she was upon return: dirty, cracked top, lifting bridge.

I like stories. Like hearing them. Like telling them. Like making them up. But it’s better yet when a good story actually happens to you. As I left home on a sunny Wednesday morning a few weeks ago, I had no idea the story that was in store for me that day. Continue reading →

“The standout, though, is Cari Ray’s “Wade On In”, whose Sunday-morning lyrics are offset perfectly by Ray’s Saturday-night vocals: she’s got just enough whiskey and smoke in her pipes to make a song of salvation credible.”