My poor car, Spaceboy, met a tragic end this week.  I was rear-ended at high speed on my way to a gig at Stormcloud up in Frankfort this Saturday and…well, you be the judge.

I was knocked unconscious and don’t remember the accident at all.  Miraculously, I escaped anything remotely approaching serious injury.  Dr. Livingstone, the guitar I’ve had since I was a teenager and upon which I’ve composed nearly all of my songs, unfortunately, was not so lucky.

It’s going to be hard going on without him, but I’m determined to keep playing my music.  I will carry on in the memory of Spaceboy, Dr. Livingstone, and never forget how lucky I am to be alive.