I choked on my lyrics after getting a gulp of greezy meat smoke from the Greek deli down the street and that's when, Gregg Allman walked up and introduced himself. We chatted like we were old friends, for the last 15 minutes of my set. During which time, he checked out my Nobro resophonic and he asked me if I would make him a guitar like mine. He also asked if I minded if he recorded one of my songs. His wife captured a couple of images of Gregg and I. My day on the street could hardly have gone any better than that! Unless, of course, a giant recording company signed me!