Red Wood

I have a guitar made from a redwood tree. It’s six city blocks long.

When I want to take the guitar out and play a song I let the city of Evanston know and they block off six streets. I hold a pick the size a trash can lid, and I get on a cherry picker and have a friend operate it up and down against the strings which are high tension cable wires.

A little kid that was watching me play yesterday said it would be easier if I owned a regular sized guitar. I said that’s why they call it the blues.