It all started with an album cover.
I didn’t know anything about music at the time, but something about it caught my attention — AC/DC’s Highway to Hell.
That one decision opened the door to everything that followed.
From there came Led Zeppelin, Fleetwood Mac, Pink Floyd, Black Sabbath — and a growing obsession with guitar.
Like many before me, I wanted to be Jimmy Page.
So I bought my first guitar… which, in hindsight, was absolutely terrible.
Unsurprisingly, I didn’t sound like Jimmy Page.
Naturally, I concluded the problem wasn’t me — it was the guitar.
Fast forward nearly 50 years…
I still don’t sound like Jimmy Page.
But along the way, I discovered something better — a deep appreciation for guitars as objects of design, craftsmanship, and character.
To me, they’re tactile art.
Each one tells a story.
And as for Jimmy Page…
I’m still working on that.