There’s a sort of electricity in the air. A sense of anticipation. Something is due to happen. That’s the feeling I got when I first walked into Gregory’s – a darkly lit jazz club hidden away down a thin road between the Trevi Fountain and the Spanish Steps in Rome, Italy. Dominating the room is…
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So I made a Telecaster…
Biggest surprise is how good the pickups sound and how well they take some dirt.

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