Old guitar players fade away fast

The recent death of Eagles frontman Glenn Frey hit me hard. It’s not that I knew the man personally or anything like that. He lived the sunny Californian dream, surrounded by beautiful people, while I live here in the rain-soaked hills of Kilmichael where, but for the distant braying of a solitary donkey, I am all alone.

But in spite of our differences, Glenn and I did have one thing in common, namely our love of the guitar.

The last month has seen a lot of guitar lovers falling by the wayside.