to do an interview and shoot some photos for an article about my guitars for today's paper. I've been involved with these guitars for almost fourteen years, and this is the first time I've been asked to do something like this. I haven't actively sought out local publicity in all that time, and generally stay 'under the radar' about my guitar-related actvities, and considering that I neither build or directly sell 'my' guitars, that shouldn't be a surprise. There is a very good music store in the city, with an extensive selection of popular guitars, but they do not sell my designs, even though I am a 'home town boy'. I still don't know how they found out about me, but they had contacted Mike Robinson, owner of Eastwood Guitars, up near Toronto, asking him if he had any contact info for me, saying that they had heard that I lived somewhere near Rapid City, but weren't sure. I live thirteen miles from the newspaper's offices. Anyway, I agreed to do the article, partly because my wife didn't want me to pass by such an easy opportunity to blow my own horn a little about what I've been immersed in for the past decade. They said some things that I wasn't really comfortable with, but to some degree, thats always the case with this sort of thing. I pointed out that the Rockerbox model's profile outline was based on the classic Gibson ES175, but in the copy, they somehow changed my words to 'Les Paul', which are two words I never uttered during the interview. The photographer came by the house on Friday afternoon, and must have taken 100 pictures, and of course, they ended up using one of the more disturbing shots of me, mostly because my cat sauntered in at one point, sat down and looked at the camera, so that's what appeared on the front page. In an effort to control the shoot as much as possible, I had pre-arranged the guitars clustering around the couch before the photographer arrived, and for the most part, it worked well. I absolutely hate having photos taken of me, but sometimes you just have to go with the flow and let things happen, so I didn't fight it, but I don't think I can ever get used to this sort of thing.