If you can’t play in a joint, you ramble to the next one. That’s what happened on friday night. The Gretsch on my back, the amp in the hand, I arrived with my sidekick Marco to one of the irish pubs in Grenoble, named Shannon Lire la suite . . .
If you can’t play in a joint, you ramble to the next one. That’s what happened on friday night. The Gretsch on my back, the amp in the hand, I arrived with my sidekick Marco to one of the irish pubs in Grenoble, named Shannon Lire la suite . . .