Driving back into town last night after weeks away, my body’s electrical
system hummed…just one of the drivers weaving telepathically through
life-packed streets. This morning, I’m back on foot, humbled by my walk up
Wall Street after returning the rental car.
         Rest in Peace, Drew Glackin. He was New York City’s main man when it came
to the lap steel guitar – I can’t count the number of times I’ve been on
tour somewhere and someone would say ‘you’re from New York and play lap
steel…so you must know Drew Glackin?!’ He passed away last week, too soon.
Not only will he will be missed by hundreds of musicians and friends, I
can’t help but mourn the fact that Drew’s passing is also a loss to the tiny
but wonderous-sounding little corner of the musical world inhabited by the
lap steel.

(Sent from my mobile phone.)