Hey guys,
I just played outside of Philadelphia and spent some of the day in the city. It felt at times as though we were in a different country, with it’s accents and cheesy steaks and Liberty Bell. I walked into a pawn shop on South street downtown and found this amazing guitar called a Gibson 345. It was a three decades old and looked the part, but sadly the owners of the shop were not as ignorant as I had hoped and the price tag showed it. I told them with as confident and cool a voice I could that I would pay them half right then and there. I was hoping the currant climate of the economy would have been on my side and they would let it go in exchange for some quick cash. Neither of the men behind the counter would even acknowledge the request and my hopes were soon dashed upon the dusty carpet.
With morale below average we left the pawn shop and headed toward the famous steps upon which the Italian Stallion once galloped. I decided to take on the cement climb as well:
Nothing like a little homage to Rocky Balboa to lift the Spirits.
After our adventures in Philly we had a great night at the venue. It was a joint venture with a young compassionate ministry called “Bring Me Hope“. Among other things, Bring Me Hope connects orphaned children in China to families in America who have the heart and calling to adopt them. The night was amazing, complete with a sold out crowd and a choir of children no longer orphaned.
Tomorrow, we’re off to London to record some strings on the record.
Over the top? Maybe. Awesome? Yes.
