I was nine years old it was summer at Camp Johnny Appleseed where my mother was working that year in the camp office. I started playing folk guitar early, in a wonderful setting that was right out of a cliché. I had played many guitars in my life by that time, but in truth, not one of them had I selected and bought myself. ![]() I was about to go out to play music for a retreat in California, and I knew it was time to go find my angel. Then one night in New Mexico, I stumbled into a barĪnd there lay Angel smiling at me on that old beat up guitar. Jerry Jeff called his guitar “Angel.” Finding, losing and then finding her again in his travels features prominently in that song he recorded in 1972, and which I hadn’t thought of in a few decades. The songs I sang and the friends I knew were a part of that guitar… She traveled with me always, through the alleys and the bars As I came awake, the verses of Jerry Jeff Walker’s “Old Beat Up Guitar” were in my mind: One night in 2001 I had a dream about a guitar. ![]() ![]() ![]() Jim Wolcott asked me to write a few words about my experiences with my Voyage Air, that little marvel of which I was an early adopter.įor a musician, every instrument has its unique place in your history. Travels with Angel – My Journey to the Voyage Air
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