Lest ye, the hippie-come-lately, forget: Guitars begin their lives as plants. Ancient, wise, and mystical plants. Living, breathing, and towering plants. Then chop, cut, plane, sand, form, set, shellac. Add simple strings and ... voilą! Place one in the proper hands and the tunes write themselves. Some players can even tap into that good, primordial sap with enough warmth and feeling to make the ghost o... More >>>