opening act

i was a simple three freter just twelve years ago, fumbling fingers throwing out god awful sounds. man how the world grows, twenty-four frets and twelve years later i look back at what i was and what i am, god is good. i still remember my first true concert experience opening for one of the greatest unknown bands in history, "the lost dogs". hands so wet you would have thought i was washing dishes. i am looking forward to the future, more challenges lie ahead but with the challenge comes the reward. i am music and this is the vintage revival..........