Dad Charged Me $250 a Month for Five Years, Then Left Me a Secret Recording Studio
We spent the next hour working on my guitar.
Marcus adjusted the bridge, changed a worn string, and showed me how to check the connections on my amplifier.
He also listened to a recording I’d made on my computer.
When it finished, he nodded.
“You hear that?”
“What?”
“Your voice is getting buried underneath the guitar.”
“I know.