The memory of a memory...
In 2006, a session was loading into the early edition of a studio under construction in the basement of our little ranch on the edge of Illinois.
Fast forward to December 28. 2019 for a retelling of this guitar meditation first imagined as a live improvisation serving as soundcheck while waiting for a session to load in.
This is dedicated to the Chippewa Flowage and the Ojibwa natives that continue to preserve this beautiful body of water that has given me so much over the decades I have graced its wilderness. -C54
The memory of a memory...
In 2006, a session was loading into the early edition of a studio under construction in the basement of our little ranch on the edge of Illinois.
Fast forward to December 28. 2019 for a retelling of this guitar meditation first imagined as a live improvisation serving as soundcheck while waiting for a session to load in.
This is dedicated to the Chippewa Flowage and the Ojibwa natives that continue to preserve this beautiful body of water that has given me so much over the decades I have graced its wilderness. -C54
The memory of a memory...
In 2006, a session was loading into the early edition of a studio under construction in the basement of our little ranch on the edge of Illinois.
Fast forward to December 28. 2019 for a retelling of this guitar meditation first imagined as a live improvisation serving as soundcheck while waiting for a session to load in.
This is dedicated to the Chippewa Flowage and the Ojibwa natives that continue to preserve this beautiful body of water that has given me so much over the decades I have graced its wilderness. -C54
The memory of a memory...
In 2006, a session was loading into the early edition of a studio under construction in the basement of our little ranch on the edge of Illinois.
Fast forward to December 28. 2019 for a retelling of this guitar meditation first imagined as a live improvisation serving as soundcheck while waiting for a session to load in.
This is dedicated to the Chippewa Flowage and the Ojibwa natives that continue to preserve this beautiful body of water that has given me so much over the decades I have graced its wilderness. -C54
The memory of a memory...
In 2006, a session was loading into the early edition of a studio under construction in the basement of our little ranch on the edge of Illinois.
Fast forward to December 28. 2019 for a retelling of this guitar meditation first imagined as a live improvisation serving as soundcheck while waiting for a session to load in.
This is dedicated to the Chippewa Flowage and the Ojibwa natives that continue to preserve this beautiful body of water that has given me so much over the decades I have graced its wilderness. -C54
The memory of a memory...
In 2006, a session was loading into the early edition of a studio under construction in the basement of our little ranch on the edge of Illinois.
Fast forward to December 28. 2019 for a retelling of this guitar meditation first imagined as a live improvisation serving as soundcheck while waiting for a session to load in.
This is dedicated to the Chippewa Flowage and the Ojibwa natives that continue to preserve this beautiful body of water that has given me so much over the decades I have graced its wilderness. -C54