When you scratch these guitars, they bleed.
Chris was in the rocker, fully clothed, and was strumming idly onCory's guitar. Dance, ballerina, dance, he softly chanted, and hissinging voice wasn't bad at all. Maybe we could work as musicians---a...
My first wife said, 'It's either thatguitar or me,' you know -- and I giveyou three guesses which one went.