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Lost At Christmas: Part 2 A vulnerable confrontation with an old crush. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time. Christmas What had started out with the potential for so much disappointment, my first Christmas away from home, was actually quite wonderful. The family embraced me and treated me as one of their own. Dinner was scrumptious, a Christmas ham, with the full complement of side dishes. After dinner we chatted, drank a little too much spiked eggnog, and told stories of the last few years. I sat close to Sheri when I could, beside her at the dinner table, and next to her on the couch while we had our eggnog. I tried to engage her in some quiet conversation of our own, but the setting was all wrong for that, and I eventually abandoned those attempts. It was nice enough just to be near her. Tommy's step-father Dave, insisted I call Santiago, even though I knew the price would be outrageous, and I did. I gave my family my Christmas wishes, and told them how much I missed them and was looking forward to seeing them in a couple of days. Everyone in the room took a minute to say hello and share season's greetings. I had to spend a few minutes trying to get my Mom to stop crying at the far end, before we finally were able to hang-up. The small ones had to go to bed relatively early, and so we all got to open one gift the night before, as was their tradition. I gave Tommy his gift, and his mother opened the family gift and everyone acted pleased. In turn, they had bought me a present which I opened. It was two books for the trip, and they had a card for me. Inside was $50. I was completely in shock. "Dear Steve, Your short visit was a wonderful Christmas gift to us all. Thanks so much for choosing to spend this Christmas with us. Here's some mad money for the trip home. We all love you. Dave, June, Robert, Sheri, John and Jean" I was deeply touched by the gesture. I went over and gave Tommy's Mom a big hug, thanking her for the card and books. The kids jumped up with presents of their own, and I got two new drawings for my dorm room, as well as some mystery invention from John, which was supposed to be a spy tool to stop people from breaking into my room. I thanked them profusely, and they were put to bed shortly after. Dave, Tommy and I discussed the logistics of my morning bus ride back to Charleston. It left at 7:30 am, but was only about 15 minutes away, so we figured on getting a 7:00am start. We relaxed around the fire, ruminating on the poor souls who had the job of driving that bus all day Christmas day. There was a guitar in the corner, Greg's. I was surprised he hadn't taken it with him. I went over and grabbed it, and finding it miserably out of tune, I tuned it up. "Play something Christmassy", Tommy's Mom asked, and so I played a couple of tunes. I'm a fair guitarist; I was studying guitar at the Eastman School of Music since it was convenient, and ROTC was picking up the tab, and had improved quite a bit from the days of our first band. I got rave reviews from my small audience, and took requests for a while, before we broke it up. The parents still had some work to do for the kids, and Tommy and I wanted to hit the hay early, in order to catch that 7:30 bus. More hugs and kisses all around, with a firm handshake for Dave, and I retired to my room to finish my packing. I got ready for bed, dressed in boxers and a t-shirt, laid out my clothes for the morning, and completed my packing. I had one last thing I wanted to do before hitting the sack, so I went back into the bathroom, and knocked on the opposite door into Sheri's room. I heard a muffled "Come in" or something to that effect, and opened the door to find Sheri sitting up in bed, brushing her long blonde hair. She was dressed in a nearly see-through pale green nightie that took my breath away. "Hi." I felt incredibly awkward, like I was 16 all over again. She looked up at me, giving me a quizzically upraised eyebrow. "I had a gift for you, but I felt kind of silly giving it to you out there. I hope you don't mind that I waited until now." I handed her a small leather pouch. She took it, laying her brush to the side, and opened it, pulling out a small cross. She stretched out the cord, and looked at me in surprise. "But this is your mountain cross! You always wear this!" She said, looking at me with a strange look I couldn't quite fathom. The cross was one I had found mountain climbing several years earlier. I had been in a small accident. I'd fallen into a glacier fed stream on a mountain trip, while collecting firewood in a storm. I'd almost frozen before I'd made it back to the cabin. Literally. I thought I was going to die. I was staggering the last 20 feet to the building, in a daze, when a friend returning from the outhouse ran into me, and dragged me inside to warm up. The next morning I found a small ivory cross on a rotted leather lanyard at almost the very place I had climbed out of the stream, and I had worn it for years since then. Sheri knew the story. I had told her the whole thing one evening when I had been giving her driving lessons. I don't know what had motivated me to give it to her, but I had had this urge, and I've always been a pretty impetuous person. "I just want you to have it." I explained. She patted the bed beside her for me to sit down then she handed me the cross to put around her neck and turned her back to me. I passed my hands over the head, letting the cross dangle in the valley between her breasts, and she reached back and pulled her hair up and out of the way, so I could latch the necklace on her. When I was done she turned to me, and fingering the cross she thanked me. "I got the strangest call today." She told me. "Strange how?" I asked. "Kathryn called me. We haven't talked probably in over a year, but she called me out of the blue, and we talked about nothing but you for over an hour." She said with a teasing smile. I could feel my face burning from the blush. We were real quiet for a bit. Then she spoke up softly, not looking at me at all, just looking down at her hands. "Do you remember the skating party where you asked me to skate, like 5 times?" "Do I ever! My hand was so sweaty I was embarrassed to hold yours, but didn't know how to dry it off, and I wasn't good enough a skater to make a real dance out of it." I laughed. "I thought you liked me, and were going to ask me out, but you never did. Why not?" She asked. The memory was embarrassing, and I thought about it a bit before confessing. "I had skated with Kathryn earlier in the evening, and she asked me who I liked. I told her I would answer by the end of the evening. Later, just when I was trying to get the nerve up to skate with you again, and ask you to sit by me on the Pensacola bus trip, Jack found me and told me that I had better ask Kathryn to skate. She was waiting for me to tell her something. Well, I did ask her to skate, and she reminded me of our previous conversation. I admitted that I really liked two people, you and her. Then she asked me if I minded if she 'monopolized' me for a while. I went along. You know the rest. One out-of-town bus trip; one back-row of the movie; and me completely screwing everything up." She listened without showing too much surprise. "But how come you never tried anything after that?" "God! How could I? You knew everything that had happened. Don't you remember the time I stopped by when Net was over here spending the night. Every time I passed you guys, you seemed to be laughing at me. And then when you passed me in the hall and whispered, "Oooh, I Love You," teasing me with what I'd said to Kathryn before completely blowing her off, I was just devastated. I hadn't screwed up just the one chance, but you as well." Sheri had the grace to blush from embarrassment at that. "I really didn't know much of what was going on. Kathryn just told me to go up to you and say that. I'm sorry." "Not half as sorry as I was." I told her. "You had to know how much I liked you. I was always trying to be around you and do things with you." "I didn't know how much of that was just being Tommy's sister, or what. I kept waiting for you to try something, anything, but you never did." She looked at me intensely almost with anguish. I was 16 all over again. I was still embarrassed over my ineptness around women. I had screwed things up with Kathryn. I had screwed up with Teri. And I had screwed up with Sheri. Since then I'd had more than my share of success with the young women I'd known, but all of a sudden, it was like I was a clumsy, scared virgin all over again. Sheri looked at me for a long while, then finally sighed and looked away, picking up her brush and going back to brushing her hair. "Some things will never change, I guess," she muttered, ignoring me. I started to get up, to go to my room, knowing this was neither the time, nor the place to try to start something with Sheri, but I just couldn't leave things as they were. I reached out and took the brush from her, which she relinquished slowly. I then took her by the shoulders and turned her away from me, so I could brush her hair. I brushed her hair in silence for a bit, before speaking. "For at least a year after leaving here, I would dream about you all the time. You were the girl of my fantasies. We wrote so well for a while, and I kept all your letters, reading them over and over again, looking for hidden meaning in the words, wondering if I'd ever get a chance to be with you. I still have those letters." I confessed. Several long seconds later Sheri reached down to the bottom drawer of her chest, next to the bed and opened it. She reached under her sweaters, and pulled out a pile of letters held together with a rubber-band. I recognized my writing. She turned to look at me, and her eyes glistened. I dropped the brush, leaned over and nervously kissed her, hoping beyond hope she wouldn't throw me out of her room with a ruckus. Instead she turned, and returned my kiss with a depth and passion I could only have prayed for. When we broke apart, we just looked at each other. Suddenly I couldn't help but giggle. "What?" She asked, almost crossly. "Do you remember how you thought you'd get pregnant from French kissing?" I recalled. She blushed again. "I can't believe you still remember that, you beast. How did you find that out anyway?" "Kathryn told me on the bus trip. I think she was trying to make you seem naive to me, sort of solidify her hold on me." I told her. "That Bitch! She always denied it, but I couldn't think of anyone else who knew." We laughed a bit, and gradually fell back into kissing each other. At the next break in our kissing, Sheri nailed me again. "Tommy said you did it with Angela. Was she your first?" "No. I never did do it with her. And Colleen was my first." I admitted. "Colleen? From yearbook?" "Yeah. But not until a year later. She went to Mosley with me, and we hooked up at a party. It was weird and nothing much happened of it. Three weeks later I was headed to Chile." I told her. She just shook her head at me. "Since it's time for true confessions, who was your first?" I asked teasing. "Rich? Mike?" "Oh God, no!" she laughed. "Then who?" She never answered, just turned a bright red. "Come on, fair's fair. I told you." I urged her relentlessly. She mumbled something I couldn't make out. "I can't hear you, who was it?" I teased again. She looked up, almost fiercely. "Nobody, all right?" I was stunned, and the ensuing silence seemed endless. "You're kidding me." I finally said, hardly believing. Her answer was so soft I almost missed it. "At one time I thought you'd be my first." This time when we kissed, I allowed my hands to wander, throwing caution to the wind. I cupped her perfect young breast in my hand, letting my thumb brush across her nipple, getting it hard. We were both gasping when we broke apart. "Steve?" "Yes?" "Go close your door, and turn off your light, then turn off the light in the bathroom," she said softly. I did, and she had turned down the light in her room. She was lying in the bed, the covers folded down neatly, waiting for me. She was still in her nightie. I stood beside the bed and made my commitment. I removed my shirt, and then my shorts, sporting a huge hard-on, which she stared at in wonder. I climbed into her bed completely naked. She had been laying sideways, leaning on her elbow, but as I entered the bed, she rolled onto her back, lying down, waiting for me. She was achingly beautiful in the dim light, and I was afraid I was going to come on the spot if she even touched me. I leaned over her and kissed her, but this time the kiss never stopped. I lost my soul in that kiss. I lost all track of time and presence. Our mouths stayed connected as we explored and played with our tongues, and my hands embarked on their exploration of the wonders of her body. My hands touched her all over, before finally settling in the warm crease between her legs. She had panties on, and as my fingers rubbed up and down her hidden folds, I found a small wet spot, maybe the size of a dime slowly spreading. Once I was aggressively rubbing her, sliding the material up and down, half-an inch into her by this time, the wetness enveloped the entire area. I slid my hand less than a foot up her body, and let my finger tips creep under the band of her panties. My hand slid down, the soft down of her hair like a magical lure, the gentle pressure of her panties against the back of my hand trapping me. Our kiss finally broke, and from an inch away we looked into each other's eyes as I slowly slid my middle finger between those forbidden lips, and into her. The aroma of her need assaulted me, and the quiet squish of her wetness against my finger was the ultimate aphrodisiac. I was engulfed with desire. I started to crawl over her, placing my knee between hers when she stopped me. "Wait." Then she raised her hips, and scrunched down, raised her knees, moments later passing me a small, but incredibly erotic piece of plain, white material. I was beyond reason, and I climbed between her legs. She spread them for me, seeming as eager as I. I grabbed my throbbing rod in hand, and by feel, rubbed the head up and down her moistness, adding pressure bit by bit, until I felt it settle in at the mouth of her pussy. She gave a small gasp, as the head slid in just a bit, not quite in her yet, but knowing that I was one small push from being inside. "Be gentle," she said, and I could see a hint of nervousness and fear in her eyes. I leaned over and kissed her softly, and while our lips touched, I pushed, sinking into her. At least for a bit. About halfway in I hit a barrier. I was confused at first. I pulled back and pushed again, a little harder, thinking I was sticking, and she grunted a little as if in pain. It finally sunk in. I had been with plenty of women, and several who had claimed to be virgins, but none with their cherry intact. I wasn't sure what to do. I probed again, and this time elicited a small 'ow'. What was I to do? I lay on top of her, my cock buried four inches deep in the girls of my dreams, and I was at a complete loss. Sheri shifted a bit under me, wrapped her legs around mine, and pulled me close. She whispered into my ear. "Take me." It was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. Nervously I pulled back until I was just at the opening and I drove down hard, feeling just a pinch before my pelvis was grinding into hers. I was completely inside her. I got up on my elbows and looked down at her. I could see a single wet trail that glistened from the side of her eye to her ear. "Are you ok?" I asked her, holding myself still, deep inside of her. "Wonderful," she said softly, tilting her chin up slightly for a kiss. I accepted the offer, and kissed her gently, while I experimented with moving my cock within her incredibly tight sheath. I felt I was only moments from coming, but I couldn't resist moving my hips just a bit, exploring the feeling of being inside her. I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I always wanted you. You knew it. I knew it. But I was afraid. I was afraid of the ribbing from your brother. Afraid of being exposed for knowing nothing about what to do with a girl. Afraid of ruining our friendship. Afraid of striking out, and you telling all the other girls, and my being the laughingstock. Afraid of so many stupid things. I was an idiot." "You weren't afraid of Kathryn," she answered softly. "She initiated it all. She pushed forward, asking to monopolize me, holding my hand. I probably never would have made the move. If I could change one thing, it would be that skating party. I should have saved that last moonlight skate for you, and asked you out. I should have told Kathryn that you were the one girl I was interested in. Who knows how things might have worked out? Plus, it wasn't as big a deal. If things didn't work out, oh well. But if I ruined things with you, it would have killed all my dreams." She was hot beneath me, her skin almost burning to my touch, I was finally moving inside of her, but I quickly had to stop, again on the verge of coming, and embarrassed at my short trigger. "Make love to me Steve," she said breathlessly. I gave a few more strokes and had to stop again. "Don't stop," she pleaded. "I'm sorry, I'm so excited I'm on the verge of coming now. If I move I won't be able to stop," I finally confessed. "Do it. Pump me, take me, come deep inside me," she answered. Those words were too much, and with a gasp I drove my cock in hard, and exploded inside her. I pulled back and slammed into her a dozen times or so, making the bed creak alarmingly as I emptied myself inside her virgin moistness. As my heart hammer away in my chest, and my breathing gasped, she gave me a small joyous laugh. "Wow, I guess you were close!" Then she gave a big hug before she pushed me off of her. She climbed over me, her hand pressed between her legs and scrambled into the bathroom, waddling inelegantly but still incredibly arousing to me. I heard her tinkle, and then return to the bed with a facecloth with which she wiped my semi-hard cock clean. Then she climbed into bed, her head on my shoulder and talked. She recounted almost ever time that we'd been together alone, all the adventures we'd had, the summer we'd learned to play tennis together, and what she'd thought might happen. We laughed a little at my ineptness and her caution as well. Then I felt her hand creep down between my legs. "Do you think we could try that again?" she asked me hesitantly. "I'm dying to, but I was afraid I might have hurt you." I laughed my foolish insecure laugh. "So hurt me," she teased, giving a tug on my cock. This time I held out a little better. I climbed between her legs again, and made love to her, still gently, still nervous. But before long I was feeling that familiar rhythm of need, and my strokes became longer and more insistent. I had to have her. I had to take her. I had to fill her deeply, completely. I sat up in the bed, discarding the covers, and raised her legs, pushing them back, and screwing her powerfully, shaking her body, crashing into her with a burning need. She was still wearing her nightie, but it had ridden up above her belly button, just a couple of inches below her breasts. I stopped my motion and whispered to her, "Rise up on your elbows." She looked at me oddly but did, raising her head a few inches off the pillow. I leaned over and lifted her nightie up above her breast, allowing me to see the objects of my desire and fantasies. "God, I've pictured those in my mind for four years, and yet never came close to imagining how perfect and beautiful they are." I said, more to myself than to her. I resumed my fucking, for that was what I was doing now, fucking her. Fucking her hard. She had her bottom lip captured between her teeth, and now she was holding her nightie in her hands, almost to her chin, allowing me an uninterrupted view of her oh-so-perfect tits. The visuals were all too much and pushed me over the edge once again. The beautiful face, the long hair arrayed across the pillow, the full breasts, bouncing a counter-beat to my pounding, her flat stomach, hollowed, and the light fur of her hair parted to allow my pole to penetrate her again and again. With a moan I came for her again, collapsing beside her, sated, and in complete serenity and joy. "I guess you really do like me," she laughed, cuddling up to my side. Then she was asking me about my afternoon meeting with Kathryn. "What did she tell you?" I asked, a little nervous. "No, you tell me what happened. I don't trust her," she insisted. I told her the whole story, including the ending. In full short-but-sweet detail. "I knew it!" She laughed. "She said you tried to come on to her, and made her grab you there, but she turned you down." "If that's how she wants to tell it that's fine by me. I owe her one; let her have it however she wants." I said "When you went to the movies, what really happened there?" she asked, with her one-track mind. I wasn't sure what her preoccupation was but I finally told her the whole scene, everything I'd done, every liberty I'd taken. At the end I waited in judgment. "She's such a liar. She said you tried to reach inside her pants but she stopped you." "Hardly, I could smell her on my fingers for day afterwards." I laughed. Sheri was lost in thought pressed up against me. My hands were idling rubbing her back, the material of her nightie soft and silky against my fingertips. "I guess there's only one thing she's done with you that we haven't done," Sheri started, and then she slid under the covers and a moment later I felt the warm wetness of her mouth enveloping me. I could see the covers moving as she used her mouth to pleasure me, taking only a few moments to make me hard, and then sucking me like there was no tomorrow. Which, in a way I guess there wasn't. I wanted to see her, so I pulled the covers back and looked down at her. She continued a few more strokes, then shifted and faced me a little more, finally lifting her eyes to watch me, watching her, suck my cock. A few more deep strokes and she pulled off with a smile. "I can see that's one thing you like," she said with a grin. "Like is an understatement." I laughed. She gave me a couple more sucks, and then she straddled me, and rose up to take me inside of her again. I wanted her so bad I could almost scream. She got me positioned right, and then slowly lowered herself the full length of my staff with one long, smooth stroke. Then, settled on my hips, my turgid meat buried in her achingly tight recess, she lifted the bottom of her nightie and pulled it up and over her head. I'd been to several strip shows before that, but never in my life had I seen anything so beautiful or so erotic. I could feel my pulse in my cock, throbbing inside her. She opened her eyes wide, and looked down between her legs. "Wow, I could feel that. At least one part of you really likes to see the girls," she laughed, holding her breasts cupped in her hands, and jiggling them for me. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." I told her. "Right, and now I guess you're going to tell me you love me, just like Kathryn." She said it with a hint of bitterness I didn't understand. "The difference is back then it was the hormones of a 16 year old talking. You on the other hand, I've loved for three years. And you know it." I said, and only as I spoke the words did I realize to my very soul, just how true it was. Sheri didn't answer. She leaned forward and rocked back and forth on my hard cock, enjoying the feeling of controlling the penetration, the pace, the timing. She paced herself to my breathing and excitement. When I started to get really excited she'd slow down and hold me, letting me ease back from the edge. When I was strong and ready, she'd ride me hard. She let my hands explore her as she did the work, and I touched her everywhere I could reach, just wallowing in the sensations. I pulled her down within reach, and tasted her nipples, playing with those perfect globes. The feel of her breasts, that impossible soft pale skin under my lips, making way to the crinkled, tougher skin, peaking to a little nub seemingly designed for me to tease and taste. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of sensual, erotic play, she laid down on me, her breasts pressed against my chest, her mouth on my neck, while she slowly rocked her hips, fucking herself gently on my rod. "Come for me Steve," she said, almost as a command. I reached down and took her full, soft ass cheeks in my hands, grasping them tight, and I held her up a bit off of me, so I could us my hips to drive in and out of her channel more completely. I was able to get a good long stroke established, and I could feel the cool air brushing against my wet shaft each time I pulled outward. We had made love for what seemed ages before she issued that first command for me to come. Now she issued another one. "Tell me again." I couldn't hold back any longer, and didn't want to. I was fucking the prettiest girl I'd ever known; The first girl that I had really badly wanted; The sweet little virgin that I had fantasized about for so long; Whose pretty face had been the image I'd been picturing as I filled enough old gym socks with cum to fill a stadium. "I love you, Sheri. I've loved you as long as I've known you." And with that I pulled her down hard on my cock, coming inside my dream girl again, and absorbing the feeling, knowing I was leaving within hours, not knowing when I'd see her again. "I love you, Steve," she said, I could feel her tears rolling down the side of my face. I looked up to see the sky lightening with the coming dawn, and thought to myself, "That's another one you've got up on Kathryn." I disentangled myself from her limbs and kissed her. "I have to go. Tommy's going to be looking for me any minute." Somehow we had spent the entire night reminiscing, sharing and making love. It was so difficult, but I tore myself from her arms, tucked her in bed, and kissed her goodnight. "Get a couple of hours of sleep; I'll be able to sleep on the bus." I told her. She was still wearing the cross I'd given her. She held it now. "Thanks for the Christmas present." She said with a small sad smile. I kissed her again, and retreated to the bathroom for a quick shower and shave. Back in my room, I dressed, and found a present waiting for me on my suitcase. A 8 by 10 picture of Sheri, as beautiful as I'd ever seen her, with a small inscription on the back. "Merry Christmas. Don't forget about me. Love, Sheri" I had just finished putting it away when Tommy knocked on my door, dragging me out to breakfast, and then off to the bus. The rest of that trip was uneventful; I made it home OK, picked up some presents in Panama, saw some old friends, and made it back to college in one piece. But I'll always recall that first Christmas away from home, and the greatest Christmas present I ever received. Not my first erector set, or the 114 piece Lincoln Log tube. Not my first really Cool bicycle, a purple spider bike with banana seat, big handle bars and a three speed shifter on the bar. Not my first electric guitar, a Fender, and amp, which I think my parents had some second thoughts about. No, Sheri's was the nicest gift I ever received, and probably ever will receive, for Christmas. "Thanks" just doesn't seem to say enough. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts, for Literotica

Lost At Christmas: Part 2 A vulnerable confrontation with an old crush. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time. Christmas What had started out with the potential for so much disappointment, my first Christmas away from home, was actually quite wonderful. The family embraced me and treated me as one of their own. Dinner was scrumptious, a Christmas ham, with the full complement of side dishes. After dinner we chatted, drank a little too much spiked eggnog, and told stories of the last few years. I sat close to Sheri when I could, beside her at the dinner table, and next to her on the couch while we had our eggnog. I tried to engage her in some quiet conversation of our own, but the setting was all wrong for that, and I eventually abandoned those attempts. It was nice enough just to be near her. Tommy's step-father Dave, insisted I call Santiago, even though I knew the price would be outrageous, and I did. I gave my family my Christmas wishes, and told them how much I missed them and was looking forward to seeing them in a couple of days. Everyone in the room took a minute to say hello and share season's greetings. I had to spend a few minutes trying to get my Mom to stop crying at the far end, before we finally were able to hang-up. The small ones had to go to bed relatively early, and so we all got to open one gift the night before, as was their tradition. I gave Tommy his gift, and his mother opened the family gift and everyone acted pleased. In turn, they had bought me a present which I opened. It was two books for the trip, and they had a card for me. Inside was $50. I was completely in shock. "Dear Steve, Your short visit was a wonderful Christmas gift to us all. Thanks so much for choosing to spend this Christmas with us. Here's some mad money for the trip home. We all love you. Dave, June, Robert, Sheri, John and Jean" I was deeply touched by the gesture. I went over and gave Tommy's Mom a big hug, thanking her for the card and books. The kids jumped up with presents of their own, and I got two new drawings for my dorm room, as well as some mystery invention from John, which was supposed to be a spy tool to stop people from breaking into my room. I thanked them profusely, and they were put to bed shortly after. Dave, Tommy and I discussed the logistics of my morning bus ride back to Charleston. It left at 7:30 am, but was only about 15 minutes away, so we figured on getting a 7:00am start. We relaxed around the fire, ruminating on the poor souls who had the job of driving that bus all day Christmas day. There was a guitar in the corner, Greg's. I was surprised he hadn't taken it with him. I went over and grabbed it, and finding it miserably out of tune, I tuned it up. "Play something Christmassy", Tommy's Mom asked, and so I played a couple of tunes. I'm a fair guitarist; I was studying guitar at the Eastman School of Music since it was convenient, and ROTC was picking up the tab, and had improved quite a bit from the days of our first band. I got rave reviews from my small audience, and took requests for a while, before we broke it up. The parents still had some work to do for the kids, and Tommy and I wanted to hit the hay early, in order to catch that 7:30 bus. More hugs and kisses all around, with a firm handshake for Dave, and I retired to my room to finish my packing. I got ready for bed, dressed in boxers and a t-shirt, laid out my clothes for the morning, and completed my packing. I had one last thing I wanted to do before hitting the sack, so I went back into the bathroom, and knocked on the opposite door into Sheri's room. I heard a muffled "Come in" or something to that effect, and opened the door to find Sheri sitting up in bed, brushing her long blonde hair. She was dressed in a nearly see-through pale green nightie that took my breath away. "Hi." I felt incredibly awkward, like I was 16 all over again. She looked up at me, giving me a quizzically upraised eyebrow. "I had a gift for you, but I felt kind of silly giving it to you out there. I hope you don't mind that I waited until now." I handed her a small leather pouch. She took it, laying her brush to the side, and opened it, pulling out a small cross. She stretched out the cord, and looked at me in surprise. "But this is your mountain cross! You always wear this!" She said, looking at me with a strange look I couldn't quite fathom. The cross was one I had found mountain climbing several years earlier. I had been in a small accident. I'd fallen into a glacier fed stream on a mountain trip, while collecting firewood in a storm. I'd almost frozen before I'd made it back to the cabin. Literally. I thought I was going to die. I was staggering the last 20 feet to the building, in a daze, when a friend returning from the outhouse ran into me, and dragged me inside to warm up. The next morning I found a small ivory cross on a rotted leather lanyard at almost the very place I had climbed out of the stream, and I had worn it for years since then. Sheri knew the story. I had told her the whole thing one evening when I had been giving her driving lessons. I don't know what had motivated me to give it to her, but I had had this urge, and I've always been a pretty impetuous person. "I just want you to have it." I explained. She patted the bed beside her for me to sit down then she handed me the cross to put around her neck and turned her back to me. I passed my hands over the head, letting the cross dangle in the valley between her breasts, and she reached back and pulled her hair up and out of the way, so I could latch the necklace on her. When I was done she turned to me, and fingering the cross she thanked me. "I got the strangest call today." She told me. "Strange how?" I asked. "Kathryn called me. We haven't talked probably in over a year, but she called me out of the blue, and we talked about nothing but you for over an hour." She said with a teasing smile. I could feel my face burning from the blush. We were real quiet for a bit. Then she spoke up softly, not looking at me at all, just looking down at her hands. "Do you remember the skating party where you asked me to skate, like 5 times?" "Do I ever! My hand was so sweaty I was embarrassed to hold yours, but didn't know how to dry it off, and I wasn't good enough a skater to make a real dance out of it." I laughed. "I thought you liked me, and were going to ask me out, but you never did. Why not?" She asked. The memory was embarrassing, and I thought about it a bit before confessing. "I had skated with Kathryn earlier in the evening, and she asked me who I liked. I told her I would answer by the end of the evening. Later, just when I was trying to get the nerve up to skate with you again, and ask you to sit by me on the Pensacola bus trip, Jack found me and told me that I had better ask Kathryn to skate. She was waiting for me to tell her something. Well, I did ask her to skate, and she reminded me of our previous conversation. I admitted that I really liked two people, you and her. Then she asked me if I minded if she 'monopolized' me for a while. I went along. You know the rest. One out-of-town bus trip; one back-row of the movie; and me completely screwing everything up." She listened without showing too much surprise. "But how come you never tried anything after that?" "God! How could I? You knew everything that had happened. Don't you remember the time I stopped by when Net was over here spending the night. Every time I passed you guys, you seemed to be laughing at me. And then when you passed me in the hall and whispered, "Oooh, I Love You," teasing me with what I'd said to Kathryn before completely blowing her off, I was just devastated. I hadn't screwed up just the one chance, but you as well." Sheri had the grace to blush from embarrassment at that. "I really didn't know much of what was going on. Kathryn just told me to go up to you and say that. I'm sorry." "Not half as sorry as I was." I told her. "You had to know how much I liked you. I was always trying to be around you and do things with you." "I didn't know how much of that was just being Tommy's sister, or what. I kept waiting for you to try something, anything, but you never did." She looked at me intensely almost with anguish. I was 16 all over again. I was still embarrassed over my ineptness around women. I had screwed things up with Kathryn. I had screwed up with Teri. And I had screwed up with Sheri. Since then I'd had more than my share of success with the young women I'd known, but all of a sudden, it was like I was a clumsy, scared virgin all over again. Sheri looked at me for a long while, then finally sighed and looked away, picking up her brush and going back to brushing her hair. "Some things will never change, I guess," she muttered, ignoring me. I started to get up, to go to my room, knowing this was neither the time, nor the place to try to start something with Sheri, but I just couldn't leave things as they were. I reached out and took the brush from her, which she relinquished slowly. I then took her by the shoulders and turned her away from me, so I could brush her hair. I brushed her hair in silence for a bit, before speaking. "For at least a year after leaving here, I would dream about you all the time. You were the girl of my fantasies. We wrote so well for a while, and I kept all your letters, reading them over and over again, looking for hidden meaning in the words, wondering if I'd ever get a chance to be with you. I still have those letters." I confessed. Several long seconds later Sheri reached down to the bottom drawer of her chest, next to the bed and opened it. She reached under her sweaters, and pulled out a pile of letters held together with a rubber-band. I recognized my writing. She turned to look at me, and her eyes glistened. I dropped the brush, leaned over and nervously kissed her, hoping beyond hope she wouldn't throw me out of her room with a ruckus. Instead she turned, and returned my kiss with a depth and passion I could only have prayed for. When we broke apart, we just looked at each other. Suddenly I couldn't help but giggle. "What?" She asked, almost crossly. "Do you remember how you thought you'd get pregnant from French kissing?" I recalled. She blushed again. "I can't believe you still remember that, you beast. How did you find that out anyway?" "Kathryn told me on the bus trip. I think she was trying to make you seem naive to me, sort of solidify her hold on me." I told her. "That Bitch! She always denied it, but I couldn't think of anyone else who knew." We laughed a bit, and gradually fell back into kissing each other. At the next break in our kissing, Sheri nailed me again. "Tommy said you did it with Angela. Was she your first?" "No. I never did do it with her. And Colleen was my first." I admitted. "Colleen? From yearbook?" "Yeah. But not until a year later. She went to Mosley with me, and we hooked up at a party. It was weird and nothing much happened of it. Three weeks later I was headed to Chile." I told her. She just shook her head at me. "Since it's time for true confessions, who was your first?" I asked teasing. "Rich? Mike?" "Oh God, no!" she laughed. "Then who?" She never answered, just turned a bright red. "Come on, fair's fair. I told you." I urged her relentlessly. She mumbled something I couldn't make out. "I can't hear you, who was it?" I teased again. She looked up, almost fiercely. "Nobody, all right?" I was stunned, and the ensuing silence seemed endless. "You're kidding me." I finally said, hardly believing. Her answer was so soft I almost missed it. "At one time I thought you'd be my first." This time when we kissed, I allowed my hands to wander, throwing caution to the wind. I cupped her perfect young breast in my hand, letting my thumb brush across her nipple, getting it hard. We were both gasping when we broke apart. "Steve?" "Yes?" "Go close your door, and turn off your light, then turn off the light in the bathroom," she said softly. I did, and she had turned down the light in her room. She was lying in the bed, the covers folded down neatly, waiting for me. She was still in her nightie. I stood beside the bed and made my commitment. I removed my shirt, and then my shorts, sporting a huge hard-on, which she stared at in wonder. I climbed into her bed completely naked. She had been laying sideways, leaning on her elbow, but as I entered the bed, she rolled onto her back, lying down, waiting for me. She was achingly beautiful in the dim light, and I was afraid I was going to come on the spot if she even touched me. I leaned over her and kissed her, but this time the kiss never stopped. I lost my soul in that kiss. I lost all track of time and presence. Our mouths stayed connected as we explored and played with our tongues, and my hands embarked on their exploration of the wonders of her body. My hands touched her all over, before finally settling in the warm crease between her legs. She had panties on, and as my fingers rubbed up and down her hidden folds, I found a small wet spot, maybe the size of a dime slowly spreading. Once I was aggressively rubbing her, sliding the material up and down, half-an inch into her by this time, the wetness enveloped the entire area. I slid my hand less than a foot up her body, and let my finger tips creep under the band of her panties. My hand slid down, the soft down of her hair like a magical lure, the gentle pressure of her panties against the back of my hand trapping me. Our kiss finally broke, and from an inch away we looked into each other's eyes as I slowly slid my middle finger between those forbidden lips, and into her. The aroma of her need assaulted me, and the quiet squish of her wetness against my finger was the ultimate aphrodisiac. I was engulfed with desire. I started to crawl over her, placing my knee between hers when she stopped me. "Wait." Then she raised her hips, and scrunched down, raised her knees, moments later passing me a small, but incredibly erotic piece of plain, white material. I was beyond reason, and I climbed between her legs. She spread them for me, seeming as eager as I. I grabbed my throbbing rod in hand, and by feel, rubbed the head up and down her moistness, adding pressure bit by bit, until I felt it settle in at the mouth of her pussy. She gave a small gasp, as the head slid in just a bit, not quite in her yet, but knowing that I was one small push from being inside. "Be gentle," she said, and I could see a hint of nervousness and fear in her eyes. I leaned over and kissed her softly, and while our lips touched, I pushed, sinking into her. At least for a bit. About halfway in I hit a barrier. I was confused at first. I pulled back and pushed again, a little harder, thinking I was sticking, and she grunted a little as if in pain. It finally sunk in. I had been with plenty of women, and several who had claimed to be virgins, but none with their cherry intact. I wasn't sure what to do. I probed again, and this time elicited a small 'ow'. What was I to do? I lay on top of her, my cock buried four inches deep in the girls of my dreams, and I was at a complete loss. Sheri shifted a bit under me, wrapped her legs around mine, and pulled me close. She whispered into my ear. "Take me." It was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. Nervously I pulled back until I was just at the opening and I drove down hard, feeling just a pinch before my pelvis was grinding into hers. I was completely inside her. I got up on my elbows and looked down at her. I could see a single wet trail that glistened from the side of her eye to her ear. "Are you ok?" I asked her, holding myself still, deep inside of her. "Wonderful," she said softly, tilting her chin up slightly for a kiss. I accepted the offer, and kissed her gently, while I experimented with moving my cock within her incredibly tight sheath. I felt I was only moments from coming, but I couldn't resist moving my hips just a bit, exploring the feeling of being inside her. I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I always wanted you. You knew it. I knew it. But I was afraid. I was afraid of the ribbing from your brother. Afraid of being exposed for knowing nothing about what to do with a girl. Afraid of ruining our friendship. Afraid of striking out, and you telling all the other girls, and my being the laughingstock. Afraid of so many stupid things. I was an idiot." "You weren't afraid of Kathryn," she answered softly. "She initiated it all. She pushed forward, asking to monopolize me, holding my hand. I probably never would have made the move. If I could change one thing, it would be that skating party. I should have saved that last moonlight skate for you, and asked you out. I should have told Kathryn that you were the one girl I was interested in. Who knows how things might have worked out? Plus, it wasn't as big a deal. If things didn't work out, oh well. But if I ruined things with you, it would have killed all my dreams." She was hot beneath me, her skin almost burning to my touch, I was finally moving inside of her, but I quickly had to stop, again on the verge of coming, and embarrassed at my short trigger. "Make love to me Steve," she said breathlessly. I gave a few more strokes and had to stop again. "Don't stop," she pleaded. "I'm sorry, I'm so excited I'm on the verge of coming now. If I move I won't be able to stop," I finally confessed. "Do it. Pump me, take me, come deep inside me," she answered. Those words were too much, and with a gasp I drove my cock in hard, and exploded inside her. I pulled back and slammed into her a dozen times or so, making the bed creak alarmingly as I emptied myself inside her virgin moistness. As my heart hammer away in my chest, and my breathing gasped, she gave me a small joyous laugh. "Wow, I guess you were close!" Then she gave a big hug before she pushed me off of her. She climbed over me, her hand pressed between her legs and scrambled into the bathroom, waddling inelegantly but still incredibly arousing to me. I heard her tinkle, and then return to the bed with a facecloth with which she wiped my semi-hard cock clean. Then she climbed into bed, her head on my shoulder and talked. She recounted almost ever time that we'd been together alone, all the adventures we'd had, the summer we'd learned to play tennis together, and what she'd thought might happen. We laughed a little at my ineptness and her caution as well. Then I felt her hand creep down between my legs. "Do you think we could try that again?" she asked me hesitantly. "I'm dying to, but I was afraid I might have hurt you." I laughed my foolish insecure laugh. "So hurt me," she teased, giving a tug on my cock. This time I held out a little better. I climbed between her legs again, and made love to her, still gently, still nervous. But before long I was feeling that familiar rhythm of need, and my strokes became longer and more insistent. I had to have her. I had to take her. I had to fill her deeply, completely. I sat up in the bed, discarding the covers, and raised her legs, pushing them back, and screwing her powerfully, shaking her body, crashing into her with a burning need. She was still wearing her nightie, but it had ridden up above her belly button, just a couple of inches below her breasts. I stopped my motion and whispered to her, "Rise up on your elbows." She looked at me oddly but did, raising her head a few inches off the pillow. I leaned over and lifted her nightie up above her breast, allowing me to see the objects of my desire and fantasies. "God, I've pictured those in my mind for four years, and yet never came close to imagining how perfect and beautiful they are." I said, more to myself than to her. I resumed my fucking, for that was what I was doing now, fucking her. Fucking her hard. She had her bottom lip captured between her teeth, and now she was holding her nightie in her hands, almost to her chin, allowing me an uninterrupted view of her oh-so-perfect tits. The visuals were all too much and pushed me over the edge once again. The beautiful face, the long hair arrayed across the pillow, the full breasts, bouncing a counter-beat to my pounding, her flat stomach, hollowed, and the light fur of her hair parted to allow my pole to penetrate her again and again. With a moan I came for her again, collapsing beside her, sated, and in complete serenity and joy. "I guess you really do like me," she laughed, cuddling up to my side. Then she was asking me about my afternoon meeting with Kathryn. "What did she tell you?" I asked, a little nervous. "No, you tell me what happened. I don't trust her," she insisted. I told her the whole story, including the ending. In full short-but-sweet detail. "I knew it!" She laughed. "She said you tried to come on to her, and made her grab you there, but she turned you down." "If that's how she wants to tell it that's fine by me. I owe her one; let her have it however she wants." I said "When you went to the movies, what really happened there?" she asked, with her one-track mind. I wasn't sure what her preoccupation was but I finally told her the whole scene, everything I'd done, every liberty I'd taken. At the end I waited in judgment. "She's such a liar. She said you tried to reach inside her pants but she stopped you." "Hardly, I could smell her on my fingers for day afterwards." I laughed. Sheri was lost in thought pressed up against me. My hands were idling rubbing her back, the material of her nightie soft and silky against my fingertips. "I guess there's only one thing she's done with you that we haven't done," Sheri started, and then she slid under the covers and a moment later I felt the warm wetness of her mouth enveloping me. I could see the covers moving as she used her mouth to pleasure me, taking only a few moments to make me hard, and then sucking me like there was no tomorrow. Which, in a way I guess there wasn't. I wanted to see her, so I pulled the covers back and looked down at her. She continued a few more strokes, then shifted and faced me a little more, finally lifting her eyes to watch me, watching her, suck my cock. A few more deep strokes and she pulled off with a smile. "I can see that's one thing you like," she said with a grin. "Like is an understatement." I laughed. She gave me a couple more sucks, and then she straddled me, and rose up to take me inside of her again. I wanted her so bad I could almost scream. She got me positioned right, and then slowly lowered herself the full length of my staff with one long, smooth stroke. Then, settled on my hips, my turgid meat buried in her achingly tight recess, she lifted the bottom of her nightie and pulled it up and over her head. I'd been to several strip shows before that, but never in my life had I seen anything so beautiful or so erotic. I could feel my pulse in my cock, throbbing inside her. She opened her eyes wide, and looked down between her legs. "Wow, I could feel that. At least one part of you really likes to see the girls," she laughed, holding her breasts cupped in her hands, and jiggling them for me. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." I told her. "Right, and now I guess you're going to tell me you love me, just like Kathryn." She said it with a hint of bitterness I didn't understand. "The difference is back then it was the hormones of a 16 year old talking. You on the other hand, I've loved for three years. And you know it." I said, and only as I spoke the words did I realize to my very soul, just how true it was. Sheri didn't answer. She leaned forward and rocked back and forth on my hard cock, enjoying the feeling of controlling the penetration, the pace, the timing. She paced herself to my breathing and excitement. When I started to get really excited she'd slow down and hold me, letting me ease back from the edge. When I was strong and ready, she'd ride me hard. She let my hands explore her as she did the work, and I touched her everywhere I could reach, just wallowing in the sensations. I pulled her down within reach, and tasted her nipples, playing with those perfect globes. The feel of her breasts, that impossible soft pale skin under my lips, making way to the crinkled, tougher skin, peaking to a little nub seemingly designed for me to tease and taste. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of sensual, erotic play, she laid down on me, her breasts pressed against my chest, her mouth on my neck, while she slowly rocked her hips, fucking herself gently on my rod. "Come for me Steve," she said, almost as a command. I reached down and took her full, soft ass cheeks in my hands, grasping them tight, and I held her up a bit off of me, so I could us my hips to drive in and out of her channel more completely. I was able to get a good long stroke established, and I could feel the cool air brushing against my wet shaft each time I pulled outward. We had made love for what seemed ages before she issued that first command for me to come. Now she issued another one. "Tell me again." I couldn't hold back any longer, and didn't want to. I was fucking the prettiest girl I'd ever known; The first girl that I had really badly wanted; The sweet little virgin that I had fantasized about for so long; Whose pretty face had been the image I'd been picturing as I filled enough old gym socks with cum to fill a stadium. "I love you, Sheri. I've loved you as long as I've known you." And with that I pulled her down hard on my cock, coming inside my dream girl again, and absorbing the feeling, knowing I was leaving within hours, not knowing when I'd see her again. "I love you, Steve," she said, I could feel her tears rolling down the side of my face. I looked up to see the sky lightening with the coming dawn, and thought to myself, "That's another one you've got up on Kathryn." I disentangled myself from her limbs and kissed her. "I have to go. Tommy's going to be looking for me any minute." Somehow we had spent the entire night reminiscing, sharing and making love. It was so difficult, but I tore myself from her arms, tucked her in bed, and kissed her goodnight. "Get a couple of hours of sleep; I'll be able to sleep on the bus." I told her. She was still wearing the cross I'd given her. She held it now. "Thanks for the Christmas present." She said with a small sad smile. I kissed her again, and retreated to the bathroom for a quick shower and shave. Back in my room, I dressed, and found a present waiting for me on my suitcase. A 8 by 10 picture of Sheri, as beautiful as I'd ever seen her, with a small inscription on the back. "Merry Christmas. Don't forget about me. Love, Sheri" I had just finished putting it away when Tommy knocked on my door, dragging me out to breakfast, and then off to the bus. The rest of that trip was uneventful; I made it home OK, picked up some presents in Panama, saw some old friends, and made it back to college in one piece. But I'll always recall that first Christmas away from home, and the greatest Christmas present I ever received. Not my first erector set, or the 114 piece Lincoln Log tube. Not my first really Cool bicycle, a purple spider bike with banana seat, big handle bars and a three speed shifter on the bar. Not my first electric guitar, a Fender, and amp, which I think my parents had some second thoughts about. No, Sheri's was the nicest gift I ever received, and probably ever will receive, for Christmas. "Thanks" just doesn't seem to say enough. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts, for Literotica

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In this episode of Rising For Our Motherlands, we take listeners on a guided tour of two of Oakland's most powerful and politically significant murals: the Oakland to Palestine Solidarity Mural (completed in 2014) and the SUMUD: Resistance Until Liberation Mural at Uptown Body and Fender (completed in 2024).Oakland to Palestine Solidarity MuralIn the first part of the episode, we walk listeners through the Oakland to Palestine Solidarity Mural, a monumental public artwork that centers the image of the tree as a global symbol of life, resilience, and resistance.Spanning 157 feet wide and 22 feet tall, the mural is composed of nine individual panels, each painted by a different artist or collective. Through distinct interpretations of the tree motif, the mural draws connections between shared histories of colonization, environmental exploitation, the internal exile of Indigenous peoples, and ongoing struggles for justice.Together, these panels form a stunning public tribute to the human spirit and its unassailable right to thrive in the face of political oppression and injustice—wherever it occurs in the world.SUMUD: Resistance Until Liberation MuralLater in the episode, we are joined by Yasmeen, a Bay Area community member involved in the SUMUD mural project, and Al Juthoor, a local Bay Area Dabke group. Yasmeen shares insights into the production process, artistic vision, and political motivations behind the mural.The SUMUD: Resistance Until Liberation Mural is a collaborative project between artists and activists in the U.S. and Palestine. It explores and confronts the deep interconnections between systems of incarceration, colonization, and repression in both places, while affirming the vitality of the Palestinian Liberation Movement. The mural serves both as a memorial to this historical moment and as a living expression of collective struggle—locally and globally.In both the U.S. and Palestine, art is often a political act. This mural stands as a testament to the imagination, brilliance, and creativity of resistance, even under conditions of imprisonment and occupation. As Zionist forces enact ongoing death and destruction in Gaza and Palestine, creating this mural together as a community affirms a shared commitment to resistance, solidarity, and liberation.Sumud is an Arabic word meaning the steadfast will to survive, endure, and remain connected to the land.Featured music & audio clips in this episode: Mohammed Assaf, voices of Emory Douglas, Keven Cooper and Um Eyad, various national & international news segments, and chants from students, local Bay Area activists, and organizers.Graphic includes a portrait of Um Eyad by Art Forces lead artist Susan Greene, in collaboration with Peps 357 (Spoon) and Asha Sudra (Kufiyeh).  Podcast art created by nicole gervacio.Learn more: Oakland to Palestine Mural: https://artforces.org/projects/murals/usa/oakland-palestine-solidarity-mural/Sumud Mural: SumudMuralOakland.org

239 - Tom Paxton and John McCutcheon239 - Tom Paxton and John McCutcheon In episode 239 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine, host James Patrick Regan speaks with singer/songwriters and guitarists Tom Paxton and John McCutcheon who is also a multi-instrumentalist. He first spoke to John in episode 150. In their conversation he starts with Tom and he tells us about his home in Alexandria, VA, right across the river from Washington, DC and he tells us about starting on trumpet before starting on guitar as a senior in high school. The two tells us about when they first met in Boston in the early '80's and how they came together as songwriting partners during Covid. John describes recording their album “Together Again” in the same room with the exception of Stuart Duncan on fiddle. “Together Again” being their second collaboration after their first “Together”. John discusses his instruments on the album an Ome banjo and Huss and Dalton guitars and Tom tells us about his Martin M-38 he has at home. Tom talks about why he retired from touring and John tells us about his upcoming tour plans and the two tell us about their writing projects. The two discuss their holiday traditions, Tom renting a Virginia ski cabin and John with a huge Cuban Christmas Eve feast and the two have a traditional of writing unconventional Christmas songs. You can find out all you want to know about John at his website: folkmusic.com and for more information on Tom you can go to his website at: tompaxton.com Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #VintageGuitarMagazine #JohnMcCutcheon #TomPaxton #TogetherAgain #HussandDalton #stuartduncan #FolkMusic #MartinGuitar #OMEBanjos #theDeadlies #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #tourlife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

238 - Jeremy Pinnell In episode 238 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine, host James Patrick Regan speaks with singer, guitarist and songwriter Jeremy Pinnell. In their conversation Jeremy discusses his home in Southgate, Kentucky and his son, who's 11. Jeremy tells us about starting guitar at 13 and watching his dad in the church band while he was a kid and not being able to listen to secular music and his first musical purchase being the Sex Pistols album. Jeremy describes starting on his dad's Ovation guitar eventually getting a Cort guitar and Gorrilla amp before getting a Fender Paisley Strat and he tells us of his love of Telecasters and using .13 gauge strings and his Harmony that he bought from JD Simo. Jeremy discusses his tour schedule playing both solo and with a band. Jeremy tells us how he got hooked up with Shooter Jennings who produced Jeremy's most recent album “Decades”. Finally Jeremy describes what he does for fun: Ju Jitsu and Kick boxing and Jeremy tells us about his Christmas traditions. To find out more about Jeremy you can go to his website: jeremypinnell.com Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #JeremyPinnell #ShooterJennings #Decades #VintageGuitarMagazine #JDSimo #HarmonyGuitars #FenderTelecaster #JamesPatrickRegan #theDeadlies #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #tourlife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

237 - Ward Davis In episode 237 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine, host James Patrick Regan speaks with singer, songwriter and guitarist Ward Davis. In their conversation Ward discusses where he currently lives, Hartsville Tennessee and where he grew up Arkansas and starting on the piano at 6 years old and moving to guitar at 14 after losing at the county fair talent show to a guitar player and then started playing jamborees around the area he lived in. Ward tells us about the shows he's doing now supporting Cody Jinks with his band and his own shows. Ward tells us about his guitars, Larrivee's outfitted with either Fishman or L.R. Baggs pickups and he discusses his telecaster's built by 9 Point Guitars in Louisiana. Ward discusses how he got hooked up with Cody Jinks in the first place and how he got his songs in front of Willie Nelson and Merle Haggard and gives us a lesson in the economics of songwriting. Ward talks about using an alias (Dusty Manchester) at writers rounds to avoid the radius clause. Ward tells us about his new album “Here I Am” which comes out in February and he tells us about working with Brent Mason, Eddie Bayers among others and landing tracks on the Landman TV series. Ward describes why he chose to be on a label as opposed to releasing his album independently. Ward discusses his upcoming tour schedule after the holidays. Finally Ward tells us about collecting historical documents and books from the 1800's and his love of thrift stores and his relationships and sobriety. To find out more about Ward you can go to his website: warddavismusic.com Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #WardDavis #CodyJinks #HereIAm #VintageGuitarMagazine #Landman #DustyManchester #LarriveeGuitars #9PointsGuitars#lrbaggs #JamesPatrickRegan #theDeadlies #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #tourlife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

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236 - the Protomen (Raul Panther III and Shock Magnum) In episode 236 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine, host James Patrick Regan speaks with Raul Panther III and Shock Magnum from the Protomen. In their conversation the two tell us about their history with band which has been around since 2005 and has quite the ravenous fan base. Both Raul and Shock tell us about their roles in the band both playing guitar and Raul singing lead and playing keyboards as well. They both talk about their base which is Nashville and where the grew up and Raul tells us about singing at an early age backing John Denver and Shock tells us about learning guitar from his brother. Raul takes us through the history of the band which started as a project from fellow MTSU students and the two tell us about their songs that have been used in tv shows and commercials and they talk about what venues they usually play. Raul and Shock discuss the Protomen's new album “Act III: This City Made Us” and they talk gear: Shock's Gibson's and Orange amps and Raul's Tom Anderson Raven through a Kemper profiler. The two tell us about what they do outside of music: family and working in the garage. To find out more about the Protomen you can go to their website: protomen.com Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #theProtomen #RaulPantherIII #ShockMagnum #ActIIIThisCityMadeUs #VintageGuitarMagazine #TomAndersonGuitars #GibsonGuitar #OrangeAmps #JamesPatrickRegan #KemperProfiler #MTSU #theDeadlies #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #tourlife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

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235 - Old Crow Medicine Show (Ketch Secor and Mike Harris) In episode 235 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine, host, James Patrick Regan speaks with Ketch Secor and Mike Harris from the Old Crow Medicine Show about their new Christmas album “OCMS XMAS” and their Christmas tour that's happening now they also talk about a Christmas single they released a few years ago, the tour ends at the Ryman on New Year's Eve. James talked to Ketch in episode 197 about the history of the band. Mike tells us about his entrance in to the band and briefly describes his history before that and how a one off novelty act “the Anal Beatles” led to his introduction to Ketch. The two discuss what they do for Christmas which includes Christmas decorations hi powered egg nog and model trains. Mike and Ketch discuss their instruments for the album and tour and what they have at home as well and Ketch tells us about “junkin”, searching for treasures and old instruments while on tour and the two tell us where they get their instruments repaired. The two tell us about a couple of early Christmas memories they have which involve their grandfathers that they immortalized in a song called “Grandpa's Gone”. To find out more about Old Crow Medicine Show you can go to their website: crowmedicine.com Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #KetchSecor #OldCrowMedicineShow #OCMSXMAS #VintageGuitarMagazine #GrandpasGone #MartinGuitars #ChristmasAlbum #JamesPatrickRegan #MikeHarris #AnalBeatles #theDeadlies #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #TourLife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

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Welcome to the festive edition of Beginner Guitar Academy! As we kick off December, Paul Andrews shares a comprehensive gift guide for beginner guitarists, perfect for Christmas wishlists or for anyone shopping for a guitar-loving friend. This episode covers essential accessories that beginner guitar players will truly appreciate, products to avoid, and tips for selecting quality gear that actually gets used rather than languishing in a drawer.Key HighlightsAcademy UpdatesMonthly Academy Show is live on the site, featuring new content releases, member shout-outs for level assessments, progress checks, and guitar-versaries. Special mention to Ken on his four-year guitar-versary!Upcoming December events:Sip and Strum: December 14th, featuring “Run Rudolph Run” by Chuck Berry.Live Q&A: December 22nd, the final session of the year, join live or pre-submit questions.Gift Guide – What to BuyStocking Fillers (Under £20)Clip-on Tuners: Essential for beginners; reliable brands like D'Addario, Fender, or Boss recommended over cheap alternatives.Capos: Great for playing more songs and simplifying chords. Brand examples: G7th, Kaiser, Jim Dunlop.Picks/Plectrums: Variety packs are ideal for experimentation with thickness and material (Dunlop recommended).String Winder & Cutter: Handy for changing strings efficiently.Strap Locks: Protects guitar from accidental drops; options include simple rubber locks or upgraded locking systems.Useful Upgrades (£20–£50)Quality Guitar Strap:Paul Andrews recommends the Ernie Ball Polylock for built-in strap locks and durability.Sturdy Music Stand: Skip foldable models and choose heavy-duty or orchestral stands for stability and better posture.Cleaning Kits: Brands like Dunlop and Ernie Ball offer comprehensive kits (fretboard conditioner, polish, string cleaner).Metronome: Korg MA2 is recommended for practice; digital options have more features.Foot Stool: Helpful for guitar posture, especially in classical position.Bigger Gifts (Above £100)Amps: The Spark series is highlighted as the best beginner amp currently, including the Spark Go, Mini, and Spark 2.Headphones: Audio-Technica ATH series for decent monitoring, or consider Boss and Positive Grid's “amp-in-headphones” for advanced practice.Tablet/Phone Stands: Hercules stands for durability and versatility in digital practicing.Online LearningPaul Andrews explains how to gift a Beginner Guitar Academy subscription—easy steps available via the website.What NOT to BuyCheap Accessories: Budget tuners, capos, and especially guitars can be unreliable and uncomfortable. Spend a bit more for usability and enjoyment.Low-Quality Effects Pedals: Cheap pedals often sound disappointing; aim for reputable brands like Boss, Zoom, or Line6.Guitar Gadgets: Avoid unnecessary hand exercisers, finger stretchers, or plastic finger protectors—best hand training is on the guitar itself.Wall Hangers Without Proper Hardware: Risky for your instrument.Picks for Beginners: Stay away from thick picks; variety packs with thin picks are best for new players.Top Gift RecommendationA Professional Guitar Setup is the ultimate “service” for your...

234 - Jake Shimabukuro (II) In episode 234 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine, host, James Patrick Regan speaks again with ukulele master Jake Shimabukuro. They spoke in the lobby of the hotel he was staying at, please excuse the noise. In their conversation Jake tells us about his new Christmas album with a lot of collaborations including Jimmy Buffet, Michael McDonald and Yo-Yo Ma to name a few and his holiday tour that's happening now. Jake talks about his childhood Christmas's in Hawaii and his relationship with ukulele builder Kamaka and Jake's signature ukulele. Jake describes his early influences including Herb Ohta Sr. and Eddie Kamae. Jake tells us about his singer and guitarist in the band Justin Kawika Young his longtime bassist, Jackson Waldhoff. Jake describes his relationship with other Hawaiian artists like Keola Beamer, John Keawe and Ledward Ka'apana to name a few. Jake discusses the business side of his career and tells us about his favorite Hawai'ian island. Jake talks about a couple projects he's working on for the future including a tribute album to George Harrison and his new love of slide ukulele. To find out more about Jake and his Christmas album and tour you can go to his website: jakeshimabukuro.com Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #VintageGuitarMagazine #JakeShimabukuro #Kamaka #TistheSeason #JimmyBuffet #JamesPatrickRegan #KamakaUkulele #YoYoMa #MichaelMcDonald #theDeadlies #ChristmasMusic #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #tourlife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

Brian, Blake, and Richard are back for Episode 594 of the Chasing Tone Podcast - Brian breaks the Internet as Wampler debut The Compulsion DriveBrian has turned into Pedal Santa and Richard has been making new friends by daring to try something experimental on the Internet and the guys discuss it. Fair warning - there may be some ranting as there was a bit of a pile-on and our intrepid British King of Fuzz had to fight them off at the drawbridge (insert trumpet sound here). Wampler released The Compulsion Drive (TCD) which was Brian's tribute to a famous circuit and it has proved very popular for a number of reasons. The guys discuss some of the modifications Brian made, the special not-so-hidden dip-switches, and talk a little about some of the design choices that were made. Ozzy Osbourne's estate have put out a T-shirt that made the guys giggle in a puerile way and so it needs to be discussed. Meanwhile Josh Scott of JHS has been working on a new charity project and it has impressed Richard into sarcasm submission. Fender have launched a new Masterbuilt Dave Murray Strat and it is gorgeousRichard wishes he was a bot farm, Grizzly Wintergreen, Dog woes, The 2 Daves, Keeley Nocturne, Barry Tone...it's all in this week's Chasing Tone!We are on Patreon now too!Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/chasingtonepodcast)Awesome Courses and DIY mods:https://www.guitarpedalcourse.com/https://www.wamplerdiy.com/Youtube:https://www.youtube.com/@chasingtonepodcastFind us at:https://www.wamplerpedals.com/https://www.instagram.com/WamplerPedals/https://www.facebook.com/groups/wamplerfanpage/Contact us at: podcast@wamplerpedals.comSupport the show

The legendary country musician and his right-hand man, guitarist Kenny Vaughan, prove that Fender guitars through Fender amps can still take you a long way in this world.Watch the full Rig Rundown: https://www.premierguitar.com/videos/rig-rundown/marty-stuart

233 - James Hunter (James Hunter Six) In episode 233 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine, host James Patrick Regan speaks with singer/guitarist and bandleader James Hunter, from the James Hunter Six. In their conversation James tells us about his home in Brighton, UK and what it's like to get around using the train and he tells us about the formation of his band the “James Hunter Six”. James talks about his style of music which is very mod ‘60's R&B. James describes his guitars a Gibson Les Paul Special a Gretsch 6120 and a Gretsch Electromatic Double Jet and he discusses his amps Vox AC30's. James discusses his musical education learning from his brother listening to Do Wop, Eddie Cochran and Gene Vincent playing pubs and bars in his neighborhood. James tells us about how he caught the ear of Van Morrison and how they ended up collaborating, one of the songs appearing on James Hunter's new album “Off the Fence”. James talks about his tour schedule and the difficulties of getting a visa to travel back to the USA where he used tour regularly before Covid. To find out more about James you can go to his website: jameshuntermusic.com Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #VintageGuitarMagazine #JamesHunterSix #JamesHunter #OfftheFence #VanMorrison #JamesPatrickRegan #GibsonGuitar #VoxAmps #GretschGuitars #theDeadlies #AC30 #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #tourlife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

On this episode we are joined by Fender Master Builder Brian Thrasher! We discuss his background, working at Fender, making the Starcaster for Tom DeLonge, and "The Ad Astra Ten" limited edition guitars for To The Stars.Host/Produced by: poppincurbsPod IG: 182newspod"The Ad Astra Ten" release on 11/28 and 9am PST at: tothestars.mediaFull video version available on YouTube:https://youtu.be/numR_tdlZnw

We kicked things off by showing our freshly repainted Samick Avion / Greg Bennett mini guitar — HUGE shout-out to Ron! This little beast started life as a black eBay car guitar, but now it's a champagne flip-flop copper ripper loaded with an Epiphone humbucker, Pure Tone jack, and Grover tuners. We played it, loved it, ROCKED it.

We kick things off with a brand-new show intro, powered by my original 2010 track “Rockin'” — now streaming on Spotify & Apple Music.

232 - Lydia Luce In episode 232 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine, host James Patrick Regan speaks with singer/songwriter violist and guitarist Lydia Luce. In their conversation Lydia joins us from her home studio in Nashville and talks about one of her alma mater Berklee college of music in Boston. Lydia describes her musical upbringing her mother being a classical conductor with Lydia playing violin and her primary instrument viola, moving to guitar and her songwriting. Lydia discusses her new album “Mammoth” and talks about being very pregnant at the time of the interview hence no current tour dates. Lydia tells us about her physical journey, growing up in Ft. Lauderdale moving to Boston then Washington D.C., Los Angeles and finally ending up in Nashville. Lydia talks about a group of string players she curates for shows and sessions in Nashville called “Lockeland Strings” and she takes us through the ambient music she makes. Lydia describes her Waterloo guitars waterlooguitars.com and her other guitars and her Wooly Coats amps, her different tunings she uses on her guitars and she discusses what touring looks like for her. Finally Lydia talks about her drummer/graphic artist husband and her soon to arrive baby and what she does outside of music including being a rescue diver. To find out more about Lydia you can go to her website: lydialuce.com Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #VintageGuitarMagazine #LydiaLuce #Mammoth #LockelandStrings #JamesPatrickRegan #WaterlooGuitars #theDeadlies #Berklee#WoolyCoatsAmps #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #tourlife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

231 - Jake Banfield In episode 231 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine, host James Patrick Regan speaks with singer/songwriter Jake Banfield. In their conversation Jake talks about his college basketball career and his love of sports particularly the Sooners teams and he talks about his hometown of Tulsa. Jake tells us about his new debut album “Open Bars” and the songwriting sessions he's apart of both for his follow up album and for other artists. Jake gives us his musical history after a college basketball injury sidelined him and tells us about how the purchase of a Martin guitar changed his life. Jake describes how a song he wrote and recorded “ Hold Me” went viral and caught the attention of management in LA and in turn Nashville and how that led to his album and his writing sessions. Jake discusses his previous tours and his future tours many of which are international and how he makes the ends meet financially and he talks about his new album. To find out more about Jake you can go to his website: jakebanfieldmusic.com Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #VintageGuitarMagazine #JakeBanfield #OpenBars #HoldMe #JamesPatrickRegan #MartinGuitar #theDeadlies #Sooners #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #tourlife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

Brian Hoogeveen, The Cash Man from Americash Jewelry & Coin Buyers, joins Jon Hansen to discuss items that could be worth money. If you think you have items you'd like to have appraised, visit topcashbuyer.com or call (630) 969-9600.

Bill Dickson in conversation with David Eastaugh  https://rousers.bandcamp.com/album/1979-sire-session Inspired by the New York Dolls, Ramones and such immortal ‘50s rockers as twangy guitar hero Duane Eddy, the Rousers were woefully under-documented in their prime. A few major labels sniffed around, including RCA and Warner Bros. subdi­vision Sire. But no one committed them to vinyl until Reynolds issued their “Party Boy” b/w “Don't Let The Band Stop Playing” 45 (produced by Wayne Kramer of the MC5) via Jimboco in 1981.  Reynolds corrects this oversight today with the release of the demos that the original Rousers lineup—vocalist Jeff Buck­land, rhythm guitarist Bill Dickson, bassist John Hannah, lead guitarist Tom Milmore, and drummer Jerid O'Connell—cut for Sire in the label's basement studio on New York's Upper West Side in 1979.  Tracked to tape under the sharp ear of Ed Stasium, hot off sessions with the Ramones and Talking Heads, the 1979 Sire demos are raw, radiant, and long overdue for release. They captured the Rousers in full dragstrip ignition mode: dueling Gibson guitars plugged into Fender amps for maximum punk twang, hiccupping Elvis/Buddy Holly vocal inflections, and a rhythm section built for backseat makeouts and beer-splashed dance floors.  With nods to Duane Eddy (“Ram Rod,” “Movin' N Groovin'”), the sweat-soaked charm of originals like “Be My Girl” and “Product of the USA,” and a rip-it-up cover of Wilson Pickett's “If You Need Me,” Rousers 1979 Sire Session is the missing chapter of NYC punk's golden age, finally pressed to wax.  Never before released, the tapes sat shelved in the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame's Sire archives for decades, digitized and re­stored in 2024. Mixing duties were split between Bob Stander (Parchessi Studio) and Ed Stasium himself, ensuring pe­riod-authentic crunch meets modern punch. The result is 13 tracks of grease-slicked melody and garage-pop swing, crowned by the kinetic rave-up “Bumblebee Rock” and the shoulda-been-hits “Lonely Summer” and “Be My Girl”—a song that splits the difference between Tommy James stomp and Marshall Crenshaw shimmer.

230 - Hunter Metts In episode 230 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine host James Patrick Regan speaks with singer/songwriter Hunter Metts. In their conversation Hunter tells us about his touring schedule and the lineup of his band while touring and the types of venues he's playing. Hunter describes growing up in the outskirts of Nashville singing and playing guitar at a young age at church and listening to Nick Drake and Little Feat and Bonnie Raitt. Hunter talks about his different tunings and playing finger style. Hunter tells us about his new EP “A Crater Wide” and driving to Colorado to record the album and he talks about the instrumentation on the album and he describes his guitars. Hunter gives us his strategy for finding cheap hotels while on tour and he talks about self managing his career. Hunter tells us what he does with his days off while on the road and while he's at home. To find out more about Hunter you can go to his website: huntermetts.com Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #VintageGuitarMagazine #HunterMetts #ACraterWide #JamesPatrickRegan #GibsonGuitar #theDeadlies #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #tourlife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

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229 - Marcus Deml In episode 229 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine,host James Patrick Regan speaks with Guitarist Marcus Deml. In their conversation Marcus talks about his physical journey as a child from the former Czech Republic to Austria and to Germany, Hamburg being his current home in the forest which also houses his studio. Marcus describes his gear in detail and talks about his friendship with fellow german Reinhold Bogner whom he met while attending GIT in Hollywood, Marcus is partially responsible for helping Bogner design the Ecstasy. Marcus takes us through his musical history, starting on jazz studying in Munich before moving to Hollywood to attend Musicians Institute and Marcus tells us why he chose MI and his goal of becoming a session guitarist. Marcus describes the culture shock of moving to Hollywood at 20 after growing up in Europe and he talks about his return to Europe after seven years of working doing sessions and teaching at MI as well as playing in the inevitable “hair bands” of the 80's. Marcus tells us about how he started doing sessions in Europe. Marcus tells us about becoming a brand, making pedals doing clinics running his own label, doing YouTube demos and making his own music, his current album is called “Pure”. Marcus talks about his guitar hero's particularly Gary Moore. Marcus discusses the financial aspects of touring and playing live and workshops. To find out more about Marcus you can go to his website: marcusdeml.com Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #VintageGuitarMagazine #MarcusDeml #BognerAmps #JamesPatrickRegan #GibsonGuitar #theDeadlies #Pure #GIT #FenderCustomShop #MusiciansInstitute #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #GaryMoore #EddieVanHalen #tourlife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

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228 - Duane Smith - the Chevelles In episode 228 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine, host James Patrick Regan speaks with Duane Smith, Singer and Guitarist with the Chevelles. In their conversation Duane tells us a little about his home town of Perth, Australia and the Chevelles new single “Caveman” and his alter ego surf band the Stingrays. Duane talks about his gear for both bands and tells us about his home studio where he records both bands. Duane walks us through the history and the lineups of the Chevelles throughout the years and talks a bit about his side job as a psychiatrist and he talks about his childhood and being named after guitarist Duane Eddy. Duane describes how bootlegs of their early albums kickstarted their career both in Spain and Brazil and how that eventually led to them catching the attention of Little Steven and be signed by his label, Wicked Cool Records and eventually writing songs with Little Steven. Finally Duane discusses his other side projects, surfing, building custom motorcycles and a clothing label 66motorcycles.com and talks about his home in Bali. To find out more about Duane you can go to the Chevelles website: thechevelles.com Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #VintageGuitarMagazine #DuaneSmith #theChevelles #PerthAustralia #LittleStevensUndergroundGarage #66MotorCycles #Caveman #GibsonCustomShop #JamesPatrickRegan #theDeadlies #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #tourlife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

227 - Rome Ramirez (Sublime with Rome, Solo) In episode 227 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine, host James Patrick Regan speaks with singer/songwriter Rome Ramirez from Sublime as well as his solo work. In their conversation Rome talks about growing up in Fremont, California and living now in Nashville and he walks us through his early musical journey. Rome discusses enrolling in Musicians Institute only to leave after a short while to do studio work in Orange County. Rome talks about a song he wrote for the Dirty Heads “Lay Me Down” and how that song changed his trajectory and eventually had him playing guitar and singing with the band Sublime. Rome discusses how he moved on from Sublime and decided to go solo and he talks about writing songs for Enrique Iglesias and Selena Gomez. Rome tells us about his band and his solo album that is being produced by Dan Huff and will be out in early 2026. Rome talks gear his guitars now and with Sublime and his home studio outside of Nashville. To find out more about Rome you can go to his website: romeramirez.com Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #VintageGuitarMagazine #RomeRamirez #SublimewithRome #Sublime #Nashville #DirtyHeads #JamesPatrickRegan #LayMeDown #theDeadlies #DanHuff #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #tourlife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

226 - Kelly Ogden (the Dollyrots) In episode 226 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine, host James Patrick Regan speaks with Kelly Ogden, bassist and singer with the Dollyrots. In their conversation Kelly talks about drummers and the band's tour schedule. Kelly discusses the bands core, herself and husband Luis and tells us about the two managing of them the band and Kelly talks about her side gig as a DJ on Little Steven's Underground Garage on Sirius XM channel 21. Kelly tells us about her and the band's musical history, her starting on guitar and moving to bass early on as they moved from Florida to California. Kelly talks about her bass of choice the Gibson Thunderbird and her evolution to that model bass and she discusses her amps both on the road and at home. Kelly describes some of the business of the band and talks about the importance of merch. Kelly talks about the musicians that inspired her early on, the Breeders, the Cramps and the ones that inspired her vocally. To find out more about Kelly you can go to the Dollyrots website: dollyrots.com Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #VintageGuitarMagazine #KellyOgden #theDollyrots #Dollyrots #LittleStevensUndergroundGarage #GibsonCustomShop #JamesPatrickRegan #Bass #theDeadlies #bassguitar #GibsonThunderbird #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #tourlife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

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225 - Jared James Nichols In episode 225 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine, host James Patrick Regan speaks with guitarist Jared James Nichols (for the second time, the first time was in 2019 for episode 8). In their conversation Jared talks about moving to Nashville and being a father and his new single on Frontiers records called “Ghost” Jared tells us about his Nashville lifestyle and his tour schedule including his upcoming tour of Europe and he talks about his band he also discusses how he ended up supporting Michael Schenker and Joe Perry. Jared describes his new Gibson Futura guitar with a crazy almost Explorer style body and Jared tells us about his guitar and gear collection and his relationship with Gibson. Jared discusses why he joined teams with frontiers records and why he didn't start his own independent label. Jared talks about his work out schedule and how he got started with exercise. Jared tells us about jamming around town in Nashville and songwriting sessions he's involved in. Jared tells us about where he goes for repairs: Gibson, Matt Knowles and the Blackstar people for amps. Finally, Jared tells us about his love of cars and wrenching on cars… and his Chevy Nova and… Buckethead. To find out more about Jared you can go to his website: jaredjamesnichols.com Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #VintageGuitarMagazine #JaredJamesNichols #JJN #GibsonCustomShop #BlackstarAmps #JamesPatrickRegan #GibsonFutura #theDeadlies #Ghost #Nashville #BucketHead #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #tourlife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

224 - Robin Taylor Zander (Cheap Trick, Solo) In episode 224 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine, host James Patrick Regan speaks with Robin Taylor Zander who is Cheap Trick's “Secret Weapon” and has his second solo album out. In their conversation Robin talks about his hometown of Clearwater, Florida and he talks about his current projects: producing and songwriting and performing with Cheap Trick, his dad's band. Robin talks about his musical upbringing at Florida state and with his dad's band. Robin tells us about his solo dates, when he decides to use a band versus playing solo and the venues he's playing. Robin describes the instruments he's playing solo, guitar, pedal steel, bass and the instruments he played in Cheap Trick singing, guitar, bass and even drums subbing for everyone except his dad. Robin discusses Jack Douglas and Jay Messina's production help throughout his career including Jack signing Robin to his record label. Robin talks gear and collecting gear. To find out more about RTZ you can go to his website: robintaylorzander.com Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #VintageGuitarMagazine #RobinTaylorZander #RTZ #CheapTrick #VoxAmps #Gibson #JamesPatrickRegan #theDeadlies #JackDouglas #Rickenbacker #JayMessina #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #tourlife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

This week we're Dadding out over Orange's new King Comp compressor, celebrating the long-awaited Line 6 Stadium pre-orders, and diving into Fender's brown panel '62 Super reissue. In the news: Eddie Van Halen's Kramer ad guitar just sold for $2.7 million at auction, and Slash says the Sphere isn't right for Guns N' Roses – calling it more spectacle than rock and roll venue. That sparks our question: are legacy rock acts being stubborn about technology, or is there real value in keeping live shows raw and authentic? We've got strong opinions, and we want to hear yours. Please support our sponsor, Coppersound Pedals www.coppersoundpedals.com and use code DADS10 to 10% off your order, INCLUDING the new Foxcatcher V2 which is available NOW for pre-order. 

Panel beaters say more people are opting to drive with damage from fender benders, because insurance claims are so expensive.

This week we bring you the second half of Night Demon's guest DJ appearance on WJCU's Metal on Metal radio show in Cleveland, Ohio in August 2025. During this episode, the band spins a fistful of songs they have covered, as well as selected tracks from the other acts who were appearing with them the following night onstage at the Rock'n'Roll Hall of Fame. Along the way, they tell stories about these songs, their relationship with the fans, their history with legends like Dick Dale and Yngwie Malmsteen, and the recording of the Live Darkness record in Cleveland back in 2017.LINKSRock'n'Roll Hall of Fame - Home | Rock & Roll Hall of FameWJCU - WJCU – 88.7 FM: Cleveland's local college radio stationDestructor - Music | DestructorSacred Few - Beyond the Iron Walls | Sacred Few | Shadow Kingdom RecordsCurse of the Damned order link - http://www.cursedamn.com Listen at nightdemon.net/podcast or anywhere you listen to podcasts! Follow us on Instagram Like us on Facebook

223 - Matt Piucci (Rain Parade) In episode 223 of “Have Guitar Will Travel”, presented by Vintage Guitar Magazine, host James Patrick Regan speaks with guitarist Matt Piucci from the band “Rain Parade” In their conversation Matt tells us about his Gretsch Tennessean that he's used for over 40 years. Matt tells us about moving from upstate New York to Chicago and going to school in Minnesota and living in Oakland for the past 40 years and being a fan of the Oakland (soon to be Las Vegas) A's. Matt talks about his side career as a forensic DNA analyst and the small connection that led to his music world. Matt tells us about getting signed by Enigma records in the 80's and his bands Rain Parade's successes. Matt discusses his musical upbringing having older brothers that would take him to shows in Chicago and his love of the Byrds. Matt takes us through how he ended up in LA becoming friends with what would become members of the Bangles and Green on Red and the rest of the Paisley scene that Rain Parade was apart of. Matt describes the band's adventures in the SF Bay Area and how the band ended up based there since its reformation. Matt tells us about his encounters with Country Joe and Neil Young's band, Crazy Horse. Matt discusses his other gear apart from his Gretsch that he's used throughout the years and the one that got away. Matt tells us where he gets his gear repaired. Matt discusses what the bands up too… recordings for record store day and shows in the future and he reflects on the band's successes. To find out more about Matt you can go to his website: rainparadeofficial.com or the bands bandcamp: rainparade.bandcamp.com Please subscribe, like, comment, share and review this podcast! #VintageGuitarMagazine #MattPiucci #RainParade #GretschGuitars #GretschTennessean #JamesPatrickRegan #PaisleyMusicScene #theDeadlies #OaklandAs #haveguitarwilltravelpodcast #HGWT #tourlife Please like, comment, and share this podcast! Download Link

Great Scott!! Matt AND Dave are back this week with another episode! This week, Gibson has finally done it and released not one but TWO versions of the iconic 345 featured in Back to the Future. Your kids are gonna love this! It's a guitar so good, Marvin Berry would be proud. We we're going, we don't need roads! We need riffs! The Dads also document all of the guitars used in the unforgettable 1985 movie. Also, Fender changes the name and pickups of it's lowest price American line and gives us some cool colors, Supercool pedals, and a LOT of changes coming for the podcast. Please support our sponsor, Coppersound Pedals www.coppersoundpedals.com and use code DADS10 to 10% off your order, INCLUDING the new Foxcatcher V2 which is available NOW for pre-order. 

In this episode of BigMx Radio, host Brad Gebhardt sits down with rising motocross sensation Robert Fender and his parents Caitlin and Russ Fender for an in-depth look at the journey behind one of the sport's most promising young riders. From humble beginnings at local tracks to national-level competition, the Fender family shares their passion, […]

Let Us Know What You Think of the Show!Date: October 18, 2025Name of podcast: Backstage Pass RadioS9: E8: Jim Odom (LeRoux) - The Presonus MatermindSHOW SUMMARY:Ever wonder how a touring guitarist becomes a tech founder, sells to Fender, then jumps right back into producing records? That's the arc we trace with Jim Odom—guitarist for Louisiana's LeRoux and co‑founder of Presonus—who opens up about the craft of recording, the grit of the Gulf Coast scene, and the magic that only happens when players share a room and a downbeat.  We dig into the making of a new album with blues powerhouse Jonathan “Boogie” Long, why Jim still chases the sound of a real console, and how a smart session band can lift a song in a single take. Jim pulls back the curtain on Studio One's origins, the rocket ride of a NAMM breakthrough, and the decision to sell Presonus to Fender after years of global growth. The stories stretch from pine‑lined Studio in the Country, where Kansas and Dirty Dancing cuts took shape, to present‑day plans with Miracle Media, his label focused on honest performances and songs built to last.  LeRoux fans get a feast: memories of Jeff Pollard's soaring voice, Fergie Frederiksen's effortless high notes, and the late Tony Haselden's razor-sharp lyrics. Jim teases a vintage live release from the late 70s, and shares why the band is refreshing its show toward the rock energy of Up and So Fired Up with current singer Jeff McCarty. We also wade into AI's impact on music—training on copyrighted catalogs, the uncanny feel of generated tracks, and why listeners will keep seeking the human touch in phrasing, tone, and time.  If you love the crossroads where songwriting, recording, and innovation meet, you'll feel right at home. Tap play, follow LeRoux on Facebook and www.leroux.band, and if the conversation hits a chord, share it with a friend and leave a quick review—what LeRoux era do you want to hear live next?Sponsor Link:WWW.ECOTRIC.COMWWW.SIGNAD.COMWWW.RUNWAYAUDIO.COMBackstage Pass Radio Social Media Handles:Facebook - @backstagepassradiopodcast @randyhulseymusicInstagram - @Backstagepassradio @randyhulseymusicTwitter - @backstagepassPC @rhulseymusicWebsite - backstagepassradio.com and randyhulsey.comArtist(s) Web Pagewww.leroux.bandCall to actionWe ask our listeners to like, share, and subscribe to the show and the artist's social media pages. This enables us to continue pushing great content to the consumer.  Thank you for being a part of Backstage Pass Radio Your Host,Randy Hulsey 

In this episode of Ask Zac, I put my 1957 Fender Esquire through a true bridge showdown, comparing the classic 3-saddle setup that defined early Tele tone with a modern 6-saddle bridge known for better intonation, and for beefing-up the sound.We'll dig into:The history of Fender bridge designs, and why Leo Fender stuck with 3 saddlesThe tonal differences between the two setupsDirect sound samples recorded on the same guitar for an honest comparisonMy verdict after playing bothGuitar: 1957 Fender EsquireSupport the show

In this episode, Savannah tells Julie about a close friend who just happened to go to the mall and get into a traffic collision in the process. Of course, fender benders happen every day. This time, though, this friend just happened to be dressed enfemme! What happens when a gender expansive person is faced with a car accident where their identity and identification may be called into question? How can all of us be just a little bit ore prepared for when this might happen to us?-----SAVANNAH HAUK is the author of “Living with Crossdressing: Defining a New Normal” and “Living with Crossdressing: Discovering your True Identity“. While both focus on the male-to-female (mtf) crossdresser, “Defining a New Normal” delves into crossdressing and relationships and “Discovering Your True Identity” looks at the individual crossdressing journey. Her latest achievements are two TEDx Talks, one entitled "Demystifying the Crossdressing Experience" and the other "13 Milliseconds: First Impressions of Gender Expression". Savannah is a male-to-female dual-gender crossdresser who is visible in the Upstate of South Carolina, active in local groups and advocating as a public speaker at LGBTQ+ conferences and workshops across the United States. At the moment, Savannah is working on more books, blogs, and projects focused on letting every crossdresser–young and mature–find their own confidence, expression, identity and voice.IG @savannahhauk | FB @savannahhauk | FB @livingwithcrossdressing | web @livingwithcrossdressing.com------JULIE RUBENSTEIN is a dedicated ally to transgender community and the certified image consultant and co-owner of Fox and Hanger. F&H is a unique service for transgender women and male-to-female crossdressers that creates customized virtual fashion and style “lookbooks”. Julie intuitively connects with each client to find them appropriate clothes, makeup, hair, and shape wear all in alignment with their budget, body type, authentic style and unique personality. Julie also provides enfemme coaching and wardrobe support. Julie has made it her life's work to help MTF individuals feel safe and confident when it comes to their female persona, expression and identity.IG @Juliemtfstyle | FB @foxandhanger | web @FoxandHanger.com

Episode 171: Non-Traditional Signal Paths Welcome to the Chairmen of the Boards Podcast! The ultimate pedalboard podcast with the foremost rig builders in the world: Grant Klassen (Goodwood Audio), Brian Omilion (Omilion Audio), and Mason Marangella (Vertex Effects/The Rig Doctor). We've teamed up to democratize great tone and provide you with our best tricks, tips, resources and hacks so you can build the pedalboard of your dreams!

Christone "Kingfish" Ingram has been steeped in the Blues since he was eight years old, when he visited the Delta Blues Museum as a student in Clarksdale, Mississippi (Jackson Advocate). He played drums, bass, and GUITAR and was recognized at a young age for his exceptional musical talent with his debut album Kingfish, in 2019 on Alligator Records. Since then he's released two more albums, won a Grammy and a shelfful of Blues Music Awards, and he's still just 26. His raw and inspired guitar playing, soulful vocals and mature songwriting, bandleading, mentoring younger musicians, and starting his own record label have led Christone “Kingfish” Ingram to be “the face of a new generation of blues artists” (Fender). Christone "Kingfish" Ingram and his band play songs from the new album, called Hard Road, in-studio. Set list: 1. Voodoo Charm 2. Bad Like Me 3. Nothin' But Your Love 

Episode 170: Deconstructing the "Tone is in the Fingers" Myth Welcome to the Chairmen of the Boards Podcast! The ultimate pedalboard podcast with the foremost rig builders in the world: Grant Klassen (Goodwood Audio), Brian Omilion (Omilion Audio), and Mason Marangella (Vertex Effects/The Rig Doctor). We've teamed up to democratize great tone and provide you with our best tricks, tips, resources and hacks so you can build the pedalboard of your dreams!

Scott and Ian dive into the new Adrian Younge Jazz Bass from Fender's Custom Shop. The build is flashy, the details are cool, but the price? Absolutely outrageous compared to other signature models. So who's this bass really for—or has Fender completely lost the plot?

Scott and Ian plug in for a wild ride through Fender's weird and wonderful bass history—from the Bass VI that gave us Patsy Cline's “tic tac” sound and Beatles chaos, to the world's first five-string Fender Bass V. It's all about Fender's boldest experiments and the players who turned them into classics.