Remembering The Potato Eaters

I was living in San Francisco, working part time at a vintage guitar shop, Real Guitars, and part time at Gary Brawer’s guitar repair shop, located in the back. On weekends, I was playing country music in a gay bar in Hayward, about 30 minutes south. Almost immediately after moving to the Bay Area in the mid-Eighties, I met David Phillips, who was working at Gary Brawer’s at the time. David was a pedal steel player, but not your typical one. He had taken up the instrument because he thought it would sound good on King Crimson tunes.

Listen closely at 1:30 and you will hear my patented “ghost-horse whinny” guitar.

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