From the “ain’t this living?” department…
It’s been a helluva week but it’s coming to an end.
I wish that everyone could feel what it’s like to play a solo on my Carruthers custom Johnny Rivers Tele (sunburst finish with mint green pick guard and Seymour Duncan ’52 reissues) through my Fender 1971 Silverface Princeton at the Broken Spoke and see Tracie B sitting in the audience and smiling.
It’ll wash all the troubles of the world away like a Texas rainstorm.
Played my first Austin gig last night and it was a blast. Took Tracie B for ceviche, tacos al pastor, and cold Bohemias after.
At the end of the day, I’m just a guy who plays in a rock country band and likes wine.
Have a good weekend ya’ll and thanks for reading.
Do Bianchi 