When I was a kid, a guy named Louis Mastrobatisto used to visit our house regularly. Most times he would bring along his guitar and a portable amp. He'd sit in the living room and play. Sometime we sang with him. Sometimes not. Many was the night that I drifted to sleep with the sound of a single electric guitar as my lullaby. To this day I find that sound compelling. In the hands of the Pizzarelli's the guit…
SOURCE: Usher Nonsense at 01:19PM on April 11, 2013