I never once considered naming my Martin D-15. No name could justifiably define it. I simply and endearingly refer to it as "my Martin" or “the D-15.” It needs no name to lend it credibility or validate my authority.

Certain songs conjure deep memories. I was a teenager the first time I heard “Crazy Train.” It was in the mid-90s, so the song wasn’t new to the world, just to me. One of the many beautiful things about music is that it finds us when we’re ready.