I don’t read music. I don’t write it. So I wander around on the guitar until something starts to present itself.
I guess those were the lines going through his mind as he strummed the chords of a fine guitar. The music cast a spell on all passerbys forcing them to stop and listen. Soon a crowd gathered around this little group of unknown musicians, listenenting to their soulful tunes.
This wasn't the first time and I am sure this will not be the last; this has been the norm during many of my Asheville visits. We find a lot of artisans in this little township of Asheville, popular for its cultural and art heritage.
