just like the flying V, and drummer in the back.. I think he wasn't into it, after the last show in december, after 2001.. but went with it anyways, and though i have nothing, sitting at the park, playing 6 strings in the wind, and no-one around except her.. It comes back to me, it comes to be alive again, it resonates in the trill notes, it revives in the high e string, and walking up the 14th frets in E-minor.. feeling the coils, feeling the bridge against my palm slaps, and reverb from the hollow dreadnaught, reverb from the cement and grass around, with cars passing by, and people walking their dogs.. its coming back to me, and im no longer alone..