Tambourine.. Tambourine.. Living reflection of a tambourine.

by Greg

While walking past my esteemed colleague in sound’s studio on 23rd st. and Madison, I called him up to bum a smoke because I don’t smoke. He enables this particular delusion as he doesn’t smoke either, much. Mid ciggy he mentions he’d acquired a vintage 12 string on E-Bay from somewhere in Nashville and would like I like to have a play of it. Being a 12 string I start riffing on aforementioned alluded to composition by 70’s rock legends and he says ‘lets put that down’ couple of hours later we had something, don’t really know what it is, but it’s something, you might like it too..