LilyWolfrum
My Uncle Joe had the longest fingers. According to my grandmother he was a child prodigy when it came to the guitar. I was always skeptical of her claim until I heard a recording of an 8 year old Joe singing an old folk song "Come on Blue!" that was about a dog. I would like to think that my Uncle lives in my fingers, that I can keep him alive by signing and carrying on our family's legacy of the guitar.
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