My wee brother was 60 yesterday…Had a couple of scoops and some lunch and then went to buy him a new guitar…he wanted an electric fiddle but we wandered into the Martin room at a store called Guitar Guitar (so good they named it twice)…kind of a little museum to Christian Frederick Martin Snr (1833)…this £8000 pound puppy showed up and we could simply not comprehend the sound…it’s Saturday morning 7.47 and I can still hear it… Love You  

WAATS

Brannan Rock