Revisiting Stony Ground...

Pictured is the old Eko guitar that I've had for over half a century now: battered and worn, but still the best guitar I own, despite its humble pedigree. I shamefully admit that I still owe my mother the twenty-eight pounds purchase price, despite her having passed fifteen years ago: maybe in another sphere - who knows? The bit of copper pipe resting on the bridge of the guitar is a piece of 3/4" copper pipe which I cut two or three years before I had the guitar, as a bottleneck to play slide with.

This featured on an old reel-to-reel tape recording that the late, and much missed Johnny G, and I made at school back in the sixties, one Saturday afternoon. We'd been given dispensation to use the school hall to rehearse in, and though we didn't have a bass player, we nevertheless made a noise that sounded good at the time to us: John on drums and myself on guitar.

Unfortunately, the tape of that session has been mouldering in our derelict garage for nigh-on twenty  years, so the chances of any recognizable sound emanating from it - even that I had the requisite tech to play it on - is pretty close to zero. I can still hear it in my head, though, even after all these years...