Under an oak tree. We were passing through Wilson, Oklahoma 1964. On our way to my third year of college. We stopped in to see my dad’s mother, my grand mother who we just called Granny. She was Omie Ayers to her neighbors in Wilson. My dad and I decided to stay a few daysContinue reading “This is where he was buried?”
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Come on into my studio.
How to record music. Back in the early 1980s and up in to the mid-1990s I owned and operated a recording studio. Recording all sort of virtuosos, song writers, small bands, big bands, country, Bluegrass, gospel, rock and you name it bands. I recorded harps and harpsichords. Choirs and even one woman laughing. I recordedContinue reading “Come on into my studio.”