Port . . . hut!

Pray!

This is my Martin. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My Martin is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it, as I must master my life. Without me my Martin is useless. Without my Martin, I am useless. I must play my Martin true. I must pick faster than the show-off who is trying to out-play me. I must out-play him before he out-plays me. I will.

Before God I swear this creed. My Martin and myself are defenders of my music. We are the masters of our technique. We are the saviours of my life. So be it .. . until there are no wrong notes...but harmony. Amen.