If you ever wanted to own a literal piece of hard rock history, it would have cost you a cool half-million dollars. Last week, at Julien’s Auctions blockbuster *Music Icons* event at the Hard Rock Cafe in New York City, late KISS legend Ace Frehley’s legendary **1975 Gibson Les Paul
Man, we keep losing legend. Steve Cropper, the “Colonel,” has gone home at 84, but if you’ve ever loved a simple, perfectly placed lick that cuts right to the heart, you know his sound is going to live forever. For me, like a lot of guys, I first got hooked
When word spread that Paul Daniel “Ace” Frehley passed away last week, the rock world lost more than just a founding member of KISS. It lost the primary visual and sonic architect of 1970s hard rock guitar. I lost my first true guitar idol. For a generation of kids, Ace
Time for another good read. This week it “Texas Flood: The Inside Story of Stevie Ray Vaughan. Alright, fellow fret fanatics let’s talk about a book that hit my Strat-slinging heart like a perfectly bent note: “Texas Flood: The Inside Story of Stevie Ray Vaughan” by Alan Paul and Andy
Fellow string stringers, four stringers, tone junkies, and anyone who’s ever felt the electric thrill of a power chord: Ian S. Port’s “The Birth of Loud” isn’t just a book; it’s a revelation. As someone who’s been wrestling with six strings for, ahem, a few decades (my first guitar was
Alright, fretboard fanatics, and especially my fellow OLD SCHOOL KISS Army veterans, let’s talk Ace Frehley. Specifically, let’s talk about his autobiography, “No Regrets.” Now, I’m a guy of a certain age – let’s just say I remember exactly where I was when I first heard “Cold Gin” crackle out
Eric Clapton. We have all hear of him and heard his music. The name itself resonates with the raw power of a wailing Stratocaster, the soulful bend of a blues note, and the echoes of a career spanning decades. But behind the legendary guitarist lies a complex, often troubled individual.
