The Guitar Is A Small Orchestra. It

My Prayer To The Lord Every Day, Is This-i Have Been A Great Sinner. I Do Not Deserve Heaven. Let Me Stay Here.

Lean Your Body Forward Slightly To Support The Guitar Against Your Chest, For The Poetry Of The Music Should Resound In Your Heart.

I Was My Own Teacher And Pupil, In A Comradeship So Firm And Persevering That The Most Trying Incidents Of My Life Served Only To Strengthen The Union.

It Is Always About Discovering What, Hidden, Does Not Lie On The Paper.

The Guitar Is A Small Orchestra. It Is Polyphonic. Every String Is A Different Color, A Different Voice.