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Well, technically my parents are my makers. But Ace Frehley is kind of my maker too. If it weren’t for my young eyes being lured in by the smoking guitar leading to my ears being hip-mo-tized by the chords and solos he played on it I probably wouldn’t have picked up the guitar.
I wrote about the whole experience in my blawg. Picture show included. Make like it’s a library book (crikey, it’s long enough to be one) and check it out! Click here>>
