I’m standing here in the wake of the news of Edward’s passing, and the wave of emotions that have ensued, and there is so much i want to say. I don’t want to go to that place of remembrance for the sake of bragging rights or street creds so as to legitimize my grief. Instead i keep going back to the beginning, my early adolescence, and where it all started with a genuine desire to pay homage. In recent years, one would be hard pressed to see the shell of the boy that was so deeply infused in the dream of rock stardom and an influence so undeniable, i almost couldn’t live it down. But it was real, and it was a love and respect for a man held in such high regard, it gave breath. An icon out of the gate, in a league so much far ahead of anyone around, he changed the face of guitar and subsequently Rock ‘N Roll. In doing so he changed another impressionable life, a stone’s throw from the place it all started, and it was nothing short of fate. Any of the people that truly know me and know my roots, so deeply entrenched in not only guitar, but Pasadena folklore, know what i mean. I have a few stories about that journey i have been known to share from time to time, whether it be with a friend, family member, or a fan, and like the words that i struggle to find today, they will never quite paint the complete picture. So, instead of my futile attempts of eloquence, in a time no colloquy can express loss and the indelible mark he has made on the world, i simply want to say thank you Sir, rest in peace You will be missed by all... https://www.instagram.com/p/CGBjpOBHJR0/?igshid=1h88x3wsz7stv