“Jer?” “What’s up, Weir?’ “I don’t know if I’ve asked before, but would you care for some Fret-Eeze?” “My frets are as easy as they can be, man. I’m all set over here.” “Okee-doke. Jer?” “Yeah, man?” “Some of my coffee?” “Same answer as before. Just play your guitar, Weir.” “Sure, sure. Jer?” “What, man?” … Continue reading Set Your Choogle For The Heart Of The Sun