24 . . . and the last days of the mullet! 1975

My sister found this old snapshot and sent it to me recently. My memories of how I looked at the time don't quite match the reality! I remember getting the name Carmen - my flamenco/rock band - carved into my guitar. It took quite a bit of effort to find the right craftsman, cost a fair bit . . . and then a few months later we called it quits.

I don't know about you, but I have this disconcerting habit of spending extra time and money on something just before it stops being a part of my life. I've never planned it that way but experience has taught me that when I get the urge to spend more than usual in any area, it means I'm about to move on.