Six-String Memoir

Stuck at home, tunes come and go. (vol. 1, no. 9)

I am 36 years old. For at least a quarter of the days I've been alive, I’ve played electric guitar. These days start around 1999, when I made friends with a drummer. They become scarce starting in 2009, when work, moving, and the demands of a social life that included few, if any, drummers, limited my free time and access to equipment.

The guitar days a…