There's a moment that happens when someone walks into a well-considered recording studio for the first time. They slow down a little. They look around. And then they say some version of the same thing: I don't know what it is, but I just want to make music here. That reaction isn't accidental. And it isn't the gear.

The music business is real. So is the business of selling the dream of it. I've taken to calling the second one the Music Dreams Industrial Complex… and it would very much like you to not notice the difference between the two.

A false rumor. A disgruntled musician. Twenty years of saying nothing. Here's what I learned about reputation, defamation, and the only revenge actually worth having.

I grew up about a mile from Les Paul's childhood home. We went to the same public school system. I didn't really understand what all of that would mean to me until I'd already given my life to this.