It is hard, though, 'cos record labels love to boss you around. I won't let them do that anymore.
Just because you know umpteen billion scales, it doesn't mean you have to use them all in a solo.
This was in June, 1866. Frank wrote for me to come to him at once, and although my own wound was still very bad, I started immediately and stayed with him at the house of Mr. Alexander Severe, in Nelson county, until he recovered, which was in September.

