My beautiful friend Gabe Bass passed away in the spring of 2017. Into the Gabe-shaped hole in my life dropped his 1961 Dobro, thanks to the generosity of his family. I haven’t been able to keep my hands off this instrument since it came into my life. Now I’m gloriously lost in a rabbit hole of all things Dobro.

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Other rabbit holes, like dishwashing, ukuleles, and such are definitely suffering … but the joy I felt when I found a lick to fit like a key in a lock to “Folsom Prison Blues” let loose a part of me I never even knew had been waiting in the wings. Thank you, Gabe.

 

I’ll post more as soon as I can tear my fingers away from that dobro.